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Hadley Davis Chapel (Mg)
Date: 10-10-2026
Time: 10:00 AM
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Obituary
Well, family and friends, it’s time for me to make my final haul.
For nearly 30 years, I spent my life behind the wheel of a truck. I woke up, started the engine, checked my load, and faced long nights, rough highways, bad weather, and unexpected turns. Through it all, I kept moving forward.
Now, my Heavenly Father has called me home. I no longer have to worry about the next exit, the clock, or how many miles remain.
I was born on November 13, 1962, to the late Annie Ree Davis and Freeman Davis. My mother taught me to pray, trust God, and never travel through life without Him. As a young boy, I attended New Judson Baptist Church in Fort Gaines, Georgia, where I confessed my faith in Christ and became a member.
I attended Randolph Clay High School in Cuthbert, Georgia, while working alongside my father and brothers as farmers. There, I learned the value of hard work. During the summers, I traveled to Miami, Florida, to visit my beloved big sister and work at a factory. Those trips eventually led me to make Florida my home.
After graduating, I began my career as a professional truck driver. For approximately 30 years, I traveled the highways, hauling loads and providing for those I loved. I learned that when life becomes difficult, you keep your hands on the wheel and continue forward. I even survived a headline-making 4,000-gallon milk truck crash on Florida’s I-95. That experience reminded me that God had His hands on me and had given me more time to live.
Later, I opened my own lawn care company. I enjoyed working outdoors, using my hands, and being my own boss. I continued caring for lawns for as long as my health allowed.
God also blessed me with my beloved wife, the late Ernestine Davis. I loved her dearly. When she went home before me, I carried her love and memory in my heart. Now, I believe we have been reunited.
I was preceded in death by my siblings, Alberta Anderson (Joe), Willie Ed Davis (Lorna), Willie Freeman Davis, and Roosevelt Davis, along with my sisters-in-law, Mary Louise Davis and Leola Davis.
On September 25, 2026, I received my final dispatch—not to pick up another load, but to come home to my Heavenly Father. This time, I did not have to travel alone.
To my sisters, Ella, Esther (Thurman) and Nan, and my brothers, Kendall (Jonell) and Johnnie Will, thank you for sharing life with me. To my nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family, and friends, thank you for every memory, conversation, laugh, helping hand, and moment we shared. Some knew me as Charles; others knew me as a father, Paw-Paw, brother, uncle, cousin, friend, farmer, lawn-care man, or truck driver. However you knew me, I hope you knew that I loved you.
Life was not always easy. There were challenges, setbacks, and storms, but God sustained me through them all. Now, my work is finished, and I am at peace. When you see a big truck rolling down the highway, think of me—not with sadness, but with gratitude for the life I was blessed to live and the people I was blessed to love.
My final haul is complete, and my soul is safely in the hands of my Heavenly Father.
Until we meet again.
For nearly 30 years, I spent my life behind the wheel of a truck. I woke up, started the engine, checked my load, and faced long nights, rough highways, bad weather, and unexpected turns. Through it all, I kept moving forward.
Now, my Heavenly Father has called me home. I no longer have to worry about the next exit, the clock, or how many miles remain.
I was born on November 13, 1962, to the late Annie Ree Davis and Freeman Davis. My mother taught me to pray, trust God, and never travel through life without Him. As a young boy, I attended New Judson Baptist Church in Fort Gaines, Georgia, where I confessed my faith in Christ and became a member.
I attended Randolph Clay High School in Cuthbert, Georgia, while working alongside my father and brothers as farmers. There, I learned the value of hard work. During the summers, I traveled to Miami, Florida, to visit my beloved big sister and work at a factory. Those trips eventually led me to make Florida my home.
After graduating, I began my career as a professional truck driver. For approximately 30 years, I traveled the highways, hauling loads and providing for those I loved. I learned that when life becomes difficult, you keep your hands on the wheel and continue forward. I even survived a headline-making 4,000-gallon milk truck crash on Florida’s I-95. That experience reminded me that God had His hands on me and had given me more time to live.
Later, I opened my own lawn care company. I enjoyed working outdoors, using my hands, and being my own boss. I continued caring for lawns for as long as my health allowed.
God also blessed me with my beloved wife, the late Ernestine Davis. I loved her dearly. When she went home before me, I carried her love and memory in my heart. Now, I believe we have been reunited.
I was preceded in death by my siblings, Alberta Anderson (Joe), Willie Ed Davis (Lorna), Willie Freeman Davis, and Roosevelt Davis, along with my sisters-in-law, Mary Louise Davis and Leola Davis.
On September 25, 2026, I received my final dispatch—not to pick up another load, but to come home to my Heavenly Father. This time, I did not have to travel alone.
To my sisters, Ella, Esther (Thurman) and Nan, and my brothers, Kendall (Jonell) and Johnnie Will, thank you for sharing life with me. To my nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family, and friends, thank you for every memory, conversation, laugh, helping hand, and moment we shared. Some knew me as Charles; others knew me as a father, Paw-Paw, brother, uncle, cousin, friend, farmer, lawn-care man, or truck driver. However you knew me, I hope you knew that I loved you.
Life was not always easy. There were challenges, setbacks, and storms, but God sustained me through them all. Now, my work is finished, and I am at peace. When you see a big truck rolling down the highway, think of me—not with sadness, but with gratitude for the life I was blessed to live and the people I was blessed to love.
My final haul is complete, and my soul is safely in the hands of my Heavenly Father.
Until we meet again.