JEFFREY "CHOP" DAVIS

Some people don’t just exist in this world—they belong to it. They weave themselves into the lives of others so deeply that even when they’re gone, they’re still here. Jeffrey "Chop" Davis was that kind of person. He didn’t just know how to love—he lived it. In his kindness, in his laughter, in the way he never hesitated to show up when someone needed him.

"My son was a giving person. He helped a lot of people. He was funny, polite, kind—one of a kind." – His mother

Born January 9, 1987, in Pelion, South Carolina, Jeffrey found joy in the simple things—long days by the water, the comfort of family, the loyalty of good friends. He was happiest with a fishing pole in his hand, a laugh on his lips, and his dog, Bella, by his side. He gave freely—his time, his heart, whatever he had—because that’s just who he was. A brother, a son, a friend who never let you feel alone. And above all, a father who adored his daughters, Jenna, Kymber, and Tessa.

On March 19, 2022, the world lost him, but his love didn’t go with him. It’s in the stories still told, in the laughter of his children, in the unbreakable bond of those who knew him best.

Some people leave behind more than memories. They leave behind love. And Jeffrey left more than enough to last a lifetime.