Memorial for Rebecca Davis
Hendersonville High Hendersonville, NC Class of 1968

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Rebecca Davis, deceased March 4, 2009

My Best Friend, Becky
By: Sharon Martin Wells

My first recollection of Becky was in the fifth grade at Rosa Edwards School in Hendersonville. Although we were in different homerooms and classes, I can still visualize her short cropped pixie hairdo (She always had perfect hair.) and her friendly smile. The summer of 1963, before our eighth grade year, we were formally introduced at Sandy’s house. Our friendship really evolved at the eighth grade lunch table as we began to share our young thoughts about politics, world affairs (just kidding!), and boys, but mostly about boys! At thirteen, she was slim, cute, and a little shy. I know you can’t believe that!

As our friendship blossomed and high school became a positive, happy experience, Becky’s self-confidence soared. Studying diligently, working at the Carolina Theater, being chosen an elite varsity cheerleader, and befriending everyone in school no matter what clique or popularity status, she loved life and everyone loved her. I am sure you wouldn’t be surprised to know that she was voted “Friendliest Senior Girl.” Her parents once told her that we should not be roommates because she idolized me too much, but the truth is---I have always wanted to be more like her.

By our sophomore year, I certainly knew Becky was my best friend. It was a shock when Sandy wrote her several years ago after her mastectomy and mentioned that she always considered Becky her best friend. Although we had been out of school for forty years, how could anyone not know unequivocally that I was her best friend? Was she that naïve? Even though Becky and I both laughed and she probably thought nothing more of it, I struggled with Sandy’s remark. I felt as though something had been stolen from my heart.

It was several days before I realized that everyone believed that Becky was their best friend. She was the gift of friendship to hundreds of people. Instead of spending her life collecting things, she gave her life to building relationships with people by validating each and every one of us. Treating others with dignity and kindness, she found the good in all people, respected their ideas, and appreciated their deeds. She never failed to remember others with thoughtful words and scriptures in cards, with gifts, chicken pies, phone calls, and most importantly, prayers. She loved and adored people, whether it was Tamara, the hostess at Chick-fil-A, or the elderly gentleman at rehab, taking time to learn about their families and their lives. She lived her life as a servant of God by ministering to others unselfishly and faithfully. I have always wanted to be more like her.

I am sure that God intervened again when we were accepted at the same college and boldly moved into the same room, placing our unsuspecting roommates together! Our music, Wake Up Little Suzie (to get her going on cold winter mornings in Boone) and Do You Know My Friend the Sea? (Played on 78 rpms, this one made us laugh until we cried.) still plays in my head when I think of our beautiful days together as college roommates. Even though our years were changed with the BIG “C,” I never tolerated the thought that we would not become teachers, marry the men of our dreams, and live happily ever after. We were so close after our college years that when Tim and I were married, I admitted to him when he fell asleep early one evening and I was having a one-sided conversation, “I miss Becky!” Becky and I talked every night until one of us fell asleep and Tim, to this day, does not get it. He’s snoring before the lights are out!

In late 2004, after she had been hospitalized twelve or more times in a year, I pleaded with God, “Why, Lord, has Becky had so much pain and suffering in her life?” Becky had always said that God will make good out of anything and that I must trust Jesus. Low and behold, I received a response in the form of a question from God: If you wanted to spread the gospel without preaching, but by walking the path of righteousness and touching as many people as humanly possible, who would you ask to perform such a task? The answer was perfectly clear---my Becky! She witnessed to more people in one day than most of us do in a lifetime. Once I asked her how she wanted to be remembered and she said, “I want to be remembered as belonging to Jesus. My life is a candle for Him and if I didn’t do that, then I didn’t do anything that was eternal.” When Tim observed many angels in the hospital massaging her feet and praying with hands on, he tearfully said he felt as though they were following the teachings of Jesus when He said in John 13:8 “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”

Becky and I shared an unspoken understanding the last five years of her life. Whenever she called me or I contacted her, we both stopped whatever we were doing. Whether her hair was dirty or I had just mowed the grass, we met for an hour---or four. If you don’t remember another word I have said today, please, when your loved ones call, live each day like there is no tomorrow. I am so blessed we did! Becky always said---the present is a present.

As Becky ministered to hundreds in a hundred different ways, she was also ministering to me. She inspired me to seek a strong relationship with Jesus and I thank her for that. She was His greatest warrior. No matter what happened in her life, she remained trusting in His love. Thank you, best friend, for giving me your faith, love, and devotion in Him and never giving up on me! Becky is my sister in Christ forever and she is my hero! And now, dear friend, for forty-five years I was so honored to be introduced as your lifelong friend, but today I am assured that you are truly with your very best friend, Jesus.

My thanks to Becky’s sisters- Marilynn, Debbie, Nancy, and Ann,
Becky’s friends-Tracy, Martha, Karla, Ann, Pat, Rita, Robin, Laura, Betsy, Yvonne, Allison, Janie, Wanda, Mary, and my husband, Tim, and our son, Mark.

Becky’s family, church family, neighbors, and friends gave unconditionally their time, expertise, support, care, and love---without being asked. They bathed her, washed her hair, fixed meals, arranged her pillows, and massaged her---whatever it took to give her comfort. This precious time allowed us to give to her what she had always given to others.

Caroline, your Mom has given me a message to share with you. She wants you to know Jesus and wants you to live your life in a Godly way, devoted to befriending and serving others. May you be inspired by your Mom’s beautiful life and be her living legacy.

Don, you have lived every word of your marital vows---loving, faithful, and devoted---you have taught us all about the true meaning of marriage.

And, just as Becky promised, God brings good even from what seems tragic. As I lose my best friend, I realize that she has given me the greatest gift ever---her flock of friends!

We love you, Becky!

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