Ian Carl Davies came into my life on July 24, 2019, and we spent almost every day together ever since. We got eachother through the pandemic, many difficult moves, a year of Starbucks hell, so many stupid fights and in between shared many wonderful memories, silly jokes, fun trips, sooooo many friends. I'll always be grateful for the time we had together and for everything he ever taught me.
I always said he had an old wise, soul. I didn't realize how tired it was too.
You can rest now, Ian. It's okay.
Wherever he is, he's skipping rocks and collecting the ones he thinks are the prettiest. He's climbing up mountains, and skiing back down. He's soaring with the birds he used to teach me about. He's got an American Spirit in one hand and a Modelo with lime in the other. Snacking on huckleberries he found next to a bear somewhere. Getting a lesson in shooting pool from my Great Grandpa and a loving talking to and some homemade fudge from my Grandma who he loved very much.
If you're looking for him, play Uncle John's Band. It was his favorite song and you'll hear him whistling along.
I'll miss you forever Ian.
Love you always,
Ciata Cooper
