Hi Grandmom..... It has been 2 months now since you left. Playing the game of survival now I find quiet times to spend with your spirit and memory. I am tired and the struggle is hard but I remember how you approached everyday with a smile and a warriors spirit until you drew your last breath. Never hiding or giving up in the bed. You have great grandchildren now and probably more coming. Guess I won't hide in the bed either and will go until I fall. I miss our talks I miss you. Mom picked up where you left off on Sundays and I appreciate her for it but she has her own family and people. You and Grandad were and always where I felt most at home and this world is a lonely place now. Riley is here and helps and Marie and I talk through the computer. But I will carry my burdens with stoicism and class like you did. Mom wants to have something in mass to try to keep the younger generation in tact and in touch. Mom and Marie have made efforts in that endeavor you would be proud. I love you and miss you and your with me every day of the week and I hope to make a mark in this world that's worthy until I see you guys again but until then back to the rate race. Love always. James

Just wanted to drop in. That drop just that in the bucket of your life's legacy. It's been nearly 3 weeks since your passing. As life continues to pound as only it can do it is hard to get these moments to spend with your spirit. As it would have it this Sunday is our day. It's hard for me to talk to this page but that is what it's here for right lol. From your paintings to our long conversations that did and still get me through I try to think of ways I can honor your memory and fighting spirit as I continue the fight here in the world you have left behind. Your children said beautiful things about you and continues to grow in size. I remember in Miami after Hurricane Andrew A tree you had planted that you bought from KMart had fallen over. It was small, you put it on the corner of the property with your artists eye. We had replanted it braced it several times and it wouldn't take. Most had given up on it after Andrew I didn't have the heart to throw it away. After several attempts it grew and today it is over 10 feet tall and not going anywhere. I miss you so much and on this day especially so. I feel a lot like that Palm tree a lot these days but if your drive is water I have no doubt with your spirit behind not only myself but this family we will triumph over adversity and challenge and stand strong and free standing like our Palm tree in Westwood.

My mom, Catherine Suares Baptiste Davis, was force! Her light simply brightened our world. We were lucky to enjoy her smiles, laughter and goodwill every day for the past 25 years. I honestly don’t know anyone with as much compassion and inner strength. She loved passionately and fiercely conquered every challenge. And there were many! She lost her mother at age 9, suffered 2 miscarriages, and raised 5 children while working full time. She sewed ever stitch of clothes on my back from infancy through college, and yet still found the time to upholster the family homestead furniture and create award-winning paintings, despite not having any professional art training. Like Grandma Moses, she picked up her paint brushes at 65, and created amazing landscapes, homes, lighthouses and family portraits. Her favorite mediums were water colors and acrylics. She didn’t believe in commercializing her artistry, so simply gave her paintings away to those wanting them. Strangers soon became extended family. Mom melted hearts with her positivity, faith and resilience while she battled pneumonia, a heart attack, and cancer and prevailed. Her intellect, loving nature, her drive, her many kindnesses to others, will always inspire me. This former “ Rosie The Riveter” gave Alzheimer’s quite the run! And just as she always lived, she died on her own terms. At 99 years and 8 months, Mom passed away peacefully at our home last on 7/24/23, surrounded by family. Happy 100th birthday, mom! You came close enough!! Some lights burn so bright their glow can never be diminished. Mom, you will always be our light and our guide!

Hey Grandmom..... Hows the family treating you up there don't want to mispell any names here so you better be giving my Grandmother the red carpet treatment. I guess you and Phil are catching up along with your Grandmom and everyone that was waiting. You guys were 4 months to early!! I know you would appreciate my humor. But to be serious your drive and strong will in hard times will be an inspiration to fight challenges coming and to be proud of who I am and where I and the rest of us come from. Your the strongest person I know and it was my life's greatest honor to be with you when you left this world for God's Kingdom. Thank you for waiting. I will not fear my own mortality knowing I will see you again. I know you will be with us in spirit and in November for your Birthday. I will not say rest in peace but live and enjoy the riches you have earned in 100 years of love honor commitment and sacrifice. I will see you again when it is my time.

To our Sister Catherine Remembrances: We remember when you became our sister - we were not even teen-agers yet, and here we are at 88 and 90 today and the feeling we felt was that you had been with us always. We remember how happy we were for our sister Tillie, because she had a sister she could relate to in age, hobbies such as sewing and drawing. We remember how our neighbors (boys) found out about your fear of snakes, and they got some cooked spaghetti, put it in a little brown bag we used to get when we bought "penny candy", and offered candy to Catherine. When she put her hand in the bag, these boys being smart, had already started running. We remember her going after them, but she could not get them. The next day, all was forgotten and they were friends again. Some of these boys did like her - a funny way to show it. We remember you and Tillie sewing gowns for your prom. We remember one was black and yellow, don't remember if it was Yours or Tillie's. It was so wonderful how those two meshed so well in everything they did. We remember during World War 2 (in the 40's) when you and many other women worked at the shipyard in Hingham, Ma. and had to wear steel-toed shoes and hard hats. That was when Rosie the RIveter came into vogue. The men were in the military, so the women had to do their jobs. There is an old Cape Verdean song called "Hora di Bai"(time to go). Catherine, I know you remembered it also. They used to play it at the parties for the young men when they went into the service, or for the people who were visiting America and had to return to Cape Verde. Catherine, your "Hora di Bai" has come for you, as it will come for all of us. We thank God for all the years he has given you. Rest easy and peacefully "You His faithful servant." GODSPEED, CATHERINE!!!

I'm so grateful that I got the chance to know you. Youre the epitome of greatness and You'll be missed dearly Mrs. Davis. Sending Love and Prayers to the family.

Catherine was an angel in this earth. Beautiful inside and out. Love her and her family. We always talked about her making it to the age of 100. She almost made it! Leona and Walt gave her a wonderful life and took such good care of her. Bless her souls and the entire. Family at this time.