Brady Davis

Brady Douglas Davis was born December 8, 1987, in Englewood, Colorado. The oldest of three boys born to Michael and Patti, Brady was very competitive and spent much of his youth competing alongside his brothers in sports. From the time the three boys could walk, his Grandma and Grandad would load them up and head to the skate park to ride skateboards or bikes, with plenty of snacks in the trunk! With all this practice they honed their skills and soon became very good.

During their younger years, Brady’s Dad coached all three boys in soccer, baseball and hockey. Brady’s “Black Team” won the state championship in hockey with his little brother Caleb playing as goalie. Brady was a hard charging forward and even at a young age was considered the “enforcer” on the team.  The boys would also play street hockey with the neighborhood kids in front of the house – the cul-de-sac would be full! After watching Mighty Ducks movies, Brady and his brothers practiced “all the moves” on the side of the house over and over again on each other until they reached perfection. On a family trip to Glenwood Springs, the boys discovered a big half pipe in a park and asked Dad to build one in the back yard. Sure, enough they were the envy of the neighborhood and all of the kids would gather in their yard for competitions.

After learning how to ride a bike at the early age of two, Brady later took to BMX racing with extreme ease. Brady started racing BMX around the age of ten years old, and he quickly became a force to be reckoned with in the sport because of his fearless mentality and drive to be the best he could be. Not only was Brady an incredible BMX racer, but he was also very talented with freestyle BMX. Brady won multiple national trophies around the country in his age group and placed second at Grand Nationals in Tulsa when he was eleven years old. He would build jumps in an open field near his home and even in his back yard which created a permanent water hole in the lawn area. He was born to be wild and had no fear! At the “V,” he was the first one who could do a layout with his feet off the bike and always the one doing wild jumps at the track doing “no handers” and “nothings.”

Brady’s love of danger and thrill-seeking led to dirt bike motocross racing. The family’s days, nights and weekends were consumed with spending time at the dirt tracks – near and far. Brady always wanted to fly and sometimes flew a bit too high like when he left a jump on his new Honda and he went one way and the bike went another! After getting emergency medical help, he was back on the track the next week. Brady’s love of bikes grew when he progressed into riding his “crotch rocket” way too fast and performing too many dangerous maneuvers. He settled down a bit on the bikes when he started riding the Harley – but he still had that need to go loud and fast!

Brady was a mentor to both of his brothers, but he had a very special relationship with his youngest brother, Justin. They would spend hours laughing, joking and watching movies together. Justin helped Brady in any way he could after Brady suffered setbacks from his medical issues. Justin was always there to help in getting him to the hospital and running errands or doing anything Brady needed. They grew vegetables and lemon dough together and would banter with each other over whose crop was the best! They had plans to build houses next to each other on a large plot of land and grow everything they could imagine.

Brady was proud of his broad set of contractor skills which included welding, plumbing, electrical wiring, painting, landscaping, operating heavy equipment; and he could dismantle anything using a chainsaw! He would take on any job – always with a good attitude. The only time he shied away from a task was if it involved being untethered up high. He had a fear of heights, so if the job required an extension ladder over two stories, he would be a bit nervous; but he’d suck it up and climb the ladder anyway – of course with a smile on his face!

The true joy for Brady was when he was surrounded by his family. Brady loved to spend time with his nephew Isaiah discussing his passions and learning about what Isaiah really wanted to do in his own life. Uncle “Big B” wanted to be the best uncle he could be to support and spend time with Isaiah. He loved his family unconditionally and wanted nothing more than to be the center of their attention.  When Brady entered a room everyone knew he was there! He prided himself on being the family man that could always bring everyone together. He loved learning about his family history and ancestry and he was fascinated by events of the past and things handed down from one generation to the next. Brady was very proud of his roots and was planning another trip to Oberlin, Kansas this fall to further connect with his extended family.

His inquisitive mind often explored many topics from fascinating machines to agriculture, cross pollination, and plant germination. He had his Medical Marijuana License and grew a rare lemon dough strain that even amazed growers that had been in business for years. When he found a topic that piqued his interest, Brady investigated it with fervor. He had a mind that could remember things he had learned from years past and quotes uttered from lessons gone by. Brady constantly had a book in his hands learning something new and researching his latest “project.”

Brady never met a stranger and he left a lasting impression on everyone he met. Nearly everyone he met commented about his “big heart” and wonderful smile! He knew everyone in the neighborhood at his home in Aurora and around his second home in Keystone, and he would greet them by name. Upon hearing of his death, one neighbor commented, “Brady was my best neighbor!”  He made friends everywhere and many tears were shed when local store owners learned that Brady would not be dropping by to visit again.  So many neighbors and friends commented on the wonderful conversations they would share with him during his visits.

Brady loved his dogs so much and recently took his boxer “Zeus” to the pet blessing ceremony at Grace Church.. A few weeks following the pet blessings, Pastor Dave called Brady to check on him and they prayed together – Brady reflected on those few moments of prayer as being such a blessing to him and it further opened his heart to rest with Jesus. He enjoyed special times alone with the dogs taking Zeus, Gracie and Coda to the park or the country to run free.  Just two weeks ago, Brady took his Mom and the three dogs to “his secret place” in the country to see the eagles fly and watch the herds of antelope – he reflected a sense of calm during those simple moments. The dogs ran free in the fields and he made Mom promise she would never reveal how to get there.

Brady always had nicknames for everyone and named Justin “Trill.”  His name for Caleb was either “C” or “Belac” (Caleb spelled backwards). His Dad was “Dub,” and his Mom was either “Mimzers” or “Doodles” and an assortment of other names. She was called “Thrifty” when she sewed quilts while watching movies with the family. He also had a special place in his heart for his nephew, Parker Davis, who is almost two, and Brady constantly talked about what they would do together as Parker grew older. Brady loved his “Mr. P” and wanted to make sure he would be there to protect him.

Brady had a bad episode with pneumonia in 2019 and was in the hospital for nearly three months. During that time, he medically died twice, and eventually recovered with severe nerve damage to his left side. He learned how to walk again, but bouts with pneumonia continued. Recently, he was in the hospital one week and out of the hospital for two weeks. This pattern repeated many times this year.  This last time he refused to go to the hospital and went to see his Lord and Savior from his bedroom at home. He first made sure his Dad was close by his side.

Brady was a true believer. The day before he went to be with our Lord, he told his Mom not to bother him because he was going to be praying. After a while, Mom walked into the room and Brady said, “I’m not done yet, Mom!!”  This was so very true…. He wasn’t quite done yet….

Brady will be missed deeply by his family. He is survived by his father, Michael Douglas Davis, and mother Patti Lyn Davis, brother Justin Samuel Davis, brother Caleb Michael Davis (Alexandra and son Parker), brother Rex H. Paullus, III (Hidemi and daughter Serina), Aunt Diana Fellin  (John – aka Dee Dee” and “Dar”), cousin Cameron Patrick (Ryan and daughter “our best Jenna”), Great Aunt Kathy Willcoxon and Great Uncle Samuel Willcoxon, Uncle Craig Cooley (Joan and daughter Kara and son Kevin), Aunt Janet Lynn Niland (Sean), Aunt Karen Lewis, and numerous other relatives.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to:

Wounded Warrior Project

1 South Nevada Ave. Suite 205

Colorado Springs, Colorado 80903

A Celebration of Life is planned for Saturday, September 25th at 1pm at Grace Presbyterian Church located at 9720 US Highway 85 N Highlands Ranch, CO 80125.  Reception to follow.