My brother Paul Howard Davis, originally from London, England, passed away on Saturday December 11th, 2020, at the age of 72, after contracting the Coronavirus. Paul was born to Robina and Arthur Davis in Hendon, a then leafy London suburb, on June 27th, 1948. Like his father who referred to him affectionately as ‘the boy ‘, he was a lover of the outdoors. Animals always featured in his life, the dog that needed a home, the stray cat he rescued one day on his way home from school. But horses were his first love; Paul enjoyed riding and was always to be found at the stables not far from where we lived. After a prep school and college education, he briefly worked in a design office but soon decided that a 9 – 5 job was not for him. After he left for the U.S, our father found many paintings, the work of a talented schoolboy showing a promising artistic skill. He came from a family of amateur artists and poets, so it was in his genes.
In the 1970s and 80s he worked in the British music industry. Some of the best-known bands of those decades will remember him. Our paths converged and parted between the time he left for the United States and the present. He returned to his country of birth rarely and sadly we lost touch for long periods. I must thank his dear Friends Barb and Randy in Toronto for leaving a wonderful tribute on this site that fills in all the gaps. It makes me very proud of my brother who was never anything but hardworking and in the face of illness, injury and adversity was resilient to the end. He was kind, witty and articulate with a flair for the written word.
Paul will be mourned by his sister Roberta, aunt, uncle, and cousins in England and by his many friends in Canada, America, and the U.K.
Haiku for Paul by Roberta Davis
lives in the waves
of a far off ocean