Hudson Kennedy Davis

Hudson Kennedy Davis, 27, went to his Heavenly home on Saturday, February 4, 2023, at Mission Hospital surrounded by his family and friends after a brief, but courageous battle with cancer.

He was born in Atlanta, GA, and was the son of Kerry L. Davis (Jerry), and Jeffrey W. Davis (Terri), and resided in Asheville since 2003.

He is survived, along with his parents, by his two brothers, Aidan D. Davis, and Tate J. Davis, both of Asheville. He was the grandson of Merle and Becky Birkey, of Kokomo, IN, Roger and Diane Bougher (deceased) of Carthage, MO, and Jack and Betty Garwood (deceased), also of Kokomo. He is also survived by several cousins, aunts, and uncles.

He was a 2014 graduate of AC Reynolds High School, and a 2021 graduate of UNC Asheville, where he majored in Computer Science. He was employed at Lassonde Pappas Company in Hendersonville, NC, and worked in the Quality Control Department where he met many new friends.

His greatest passion was video games which he played daily with his friends Walker, Rose, and Jake.

His family would like to thank Dr. Andrew Beardsley and his staff at Messino Cancer Center in Asheville, as well as the Nursing Staff at Mission Hospital, 9th Floor, for their loving care of Hudson during his illness, especially Jane, Shannon, Shuli, and Amber.

His family would like you to remember Hudson for his precious sweet smile, charming wit, and his raised eyebrows when he expressed passion, or anger about something. Hudson taught us all far more than we could ever teach him. His glass was always half-full. He valued honesty (painstakingly at times), authenticity and kindness, and believed unequivocally in not judging others but accepting people for simply who they were. We are forever grateful for and changed by Hud’s love and wisdom in our lives.

A Celebration of Life get together with his family and friends will be held at a later date.

Death is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly
together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the
little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household
word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!