My name is Darrius Essex, and I had the honor of living in the same complex as Ms. Davis on 47th Street. To all of us, she was more than just a neighbor—she was everyone’s grandmother. Her presence was powerful, yet always wrapped in love. She looked out for everyone and made each of us kids feel like part of her family.
I can still picture her sitting on the stairs across from her home, watching us laugh, play, and cause a little chaos. And if we ever stepped out of line, she was quick to lovingly steer us right.
I never had the chance to meet my own grandparents, but I had Ms. Davis. Years after moving to Ohio, I ran into her at a fair, and she welcomed me with the biggest smile and the warmest hug—like no time had passed at all.
She will truly be missed.
My heartfelt condolences go out to the family. You are in my thoughts and prayers. God bless.
Darrius Essex