Christopher Jermaine Davis

Live Love Laugh 

Born to Luis and Thelma Davis in the quiet town of Midland, Texas, Christopher entered this world with a smile so radiant it lit up the delivery room—and it never stopped shining. That smile became his signature; a beacon of joy that brightened every space he entered and every soul he touched.

If you knew Christopher, you knew laughter. That mischievous grin, that unforgettable childhood chuckle—especially when we were all up to no good—was pure magic. He had a way of taking the blame with a wink, knowing full well Mom wouldn’t punish her baby boy. He was the one you called when you wanted to stir up something fun, something memorable, something worth retelling for years.

Christopher wasn’t just our brother. He was *everyone’s* little brother. The one who made you laugh when you didn’t feel like it, who showed up when you needed someone, and who made life feel lighter just by being in it.

Though we’ve had to let him go ahead of us on this journey, we know he’s already casting lines in heaven’s lakes, swapping jokes with the angels, and probably making Jesus laugh just a little too hard. That’s our Chris.

We miss him deeply today—but we hold tight to the promise of reunion. And when that day comes, our embrace will be warmer, our joy fuller, and our love everlasting.

We love you forever, little brother.