Odd, it is, such a nickname. Not used exclusively. We used “Dad” most of the time. Grandkids called him “Popaw”, who was married to “MiMi” (short i). And if you weren’t family, he was known mostly as “Bill”; sometimes “Billy”; and rarely “Willy”. Dad Man, also known as Bill Davis, was my Dad, as already Mentioned. And Dad Man passed away this morning: Friday morning, 7:45 CDT. We are hugely thankful that he did not suffer in his final week. In fact, he fell asleep on Thursday the 16th, and continued sleeping until this morning. Dad Man was on a U.S. Navy ship in the South Pacific, in WWII. They did “mine sweeps”, sending divers down to release the mines; they would rise to the surface, where sharp shooters could detonate the bombs. My Dad was a passionate high school basketball coach; a high school principal; and he loved his golf. His storytelling ability / giftedness was second to none. He was authentic, trustworthy, and had real humility. A great father, a great husband, and he loved to laugh … a laugh that was wildly contagious.
My last post was about the Return of the Prodigal. This man in the picture is the Dad who always loved me, never rejected, always welcomed me. A great man, Bill Davis. I will miss him.