Paula Davis

Paula J. Davis

1951 - 2022

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Obituary of Paula J. Davis

Paula Joy Davis, age 70 of Iowa City formerly of Michigan and West Virginia died Thursday, January 27. 2022, at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics. Paula Joy Davis was born December 11, 1951 in Tucson, AZ, the daughter of Paul W. and Aspasia “Ozzie” (Steve) Davis. Her family moved to Michigan where she attended and graduated from Cousino High School in Warren, Michigan though she cherished the time spent Brighton High School in Michigan. For many years she worked for the United States Department of Defense as a Quality Control Engineer. Paula enjoyed her dogs and cats, and her family and friends. Her family includes her sister, Lu Miller (Steve Eggert); and nephew, Paul Miller and niece, Leah Miller. She was preceded in death by her “sweetie” George West, and her parents. No public services are planned, to send a thought, memory or condolence to her family please visit Gay & Ciha Funeral and Cremation Service and click on obituary to find her page. A memorial fund has been established in her memory. Paula Joy Davis 12/11/1951 - 1/27/2022 My dear sister passed away last week. I read those words and can’t believe they’re true. How can somebody so present in the world be gone? I’ve never known anyone so generous. As cliché as it sounds, she would literally give anyone, even a stranger, her last dollar or the shirt off her back. I’ve seen her do both. Paula never met a stranger. She was friendly to a fault. I like to tell the story about when we found ourselves in a very crowded airport bar. I left her to use the restroom, and when I returned, she was sitting at the bar, two drinks in front of her which had been purchased by a stranger. Several people were around her, chatting and laughing as though they’d known her for years. Paula was undeniably loyal. She was someone you could feel safe with. I never saw her walk away from somebody who needed her. My sister’s huge heart was largest when it came to animals. No creature ever had a better champion. She couldn’t say no to a stray and could charm even the scariest dogs. Her life never seemed quite complete without a dog! I could not ask for a better big sister. She instinctively knew what I needed to ground me to the world, always there to help me through my traumas and meltdowns. I knew, without a doubt, that I could rely on her to watch my back, no matter what. She knew me better than anybody, and loved me anyway. I simply don’t know what I will do without her. Farewell, my sister. I love you. Lu Miller