Barbara Cooper
Thomas Oliver Davis, a name fittingly given for one of the most eloquent and prestigious gentlemen I have ever met. Thomas as he wanted to be called in his later years would always arrive at Prestoncrest very early on Sunday mornings. He would park his car, get his walker out and go inside and wait for his daughter Debbie to come and fasten his bow tie. Always the elegant dresser, always the perfectionist. Thomas will be missed by many. To my dear friend Thomas, you have run the race that we are still trying hard to run. Rest in peace now and urge us on. Missing you!