Dennis L. Davis

Dennis L. Davis I, Vicki Vosburg, am writing this in love and memory of my husband, Dennis L. Davis who passed away due to a helicopter accident in Yreka, Calif. fighting wildfires on Monday, July 23, 2007. Dennis was born Aug. 2, 1946 in Palm Springs, Calif. to Ben Davis, Sr. and Sally Tissaw. He was born with a passion for humans and animals alike. He would give the shirt off his back, or food from his hand to any person or animal in need. He always tried to find a connection with people he met. He received a bachelor’s degree in Business Administration in 1978 and was awarded a Master of Science Degree becoming a Naturopathic Physician in 2004. When he wasn’t fighting fires, he specialized in Nutrition and Iridology working with me at The Herb Pantry in Boise. He was an experienced helicopter pilot flying for more than 35 years including two and half tours in Vietnam, where he was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Bronze Star Medal; piloting for the police department in Pomona, Calif.; flying Life Flight for St. Al’s and finally fighting forest fires nationally. He chose to start fighting forest fires because he was so concerned about the number of animals and people losing their lives. He was very committed to this being his last year of fighting forest fires, saying he was just tired. This time I knew he was serious; he was ready to come home. We found each other and married on June 25, 1994 in Sedona, Ariz. This began my love affair with one of the most incredible men – he was perfect for me. He was the love of my life; my very best friend. I can’t imagine being without him. I was a very lucky woman and feel blessed to have had these years with him. I will miss him with all my heart. We had a ritual during our phone calls to end our conversation every night. I would say, “be safe and I love you.” And, he would respond with “I love you, too. Dennis was a person who left a mark everywhere he went; he always had a ready hand and an open heart. He’ll be missed by his entire family and friends and every person who ever came in contact with him. No one knows when we will leave this earth. Please make sure you tell your loved ones each day “I love you” and don’t forget the hug. That’s important, too. Dennis is survived by myself, his daughters from a previous marriage; Stacie Wyatt and Tracie Brister, their spouses and children of Sedona, Ariz.

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