VICTIM OF PAN AM 103.
Shannon Davis was a junior in Syracuse University's College for Human Development. Shannon, from Shelton, Connecticut, leaves her mother, Jane; a brother, Jim; and a sister, Whitney, also Syracuse graduates. She was predeceased by her father who died earlier in the year in an accident in Saudi Arabia.
Shannon's goal was to start a day-care center when she graduated. Her life long interest was young children. As a fourth grader she and her sister, Whitney, had a business: 'Mother's Day Out,' a babysitting service. Her interest in childcare persisted through her life. In London, England, Shannon studied child development and worked at toy libraries, places where children could go and play with toys.
Her mother writes, 'When I think of Shannon I see her beautiful hands as well as her sparkling smile. In her young life, she happily and busily went about leaving her mark of daffodils on much she touched.
With her hands she learned to sign, to mold clay, to stitch samplers, to sew, to create eye-catching bulleting boards wherever she worked with young children. She dreamed of directing a Family Center that offered childcare and numerous activities for all family members to participate in together.
The words on her funeral card were found among Shan's notes about her Dad who was killed in 1988 in Saudi Arabia, and the daffodils depicted were drawn on the last letter I received from her.'
A butterfly lights between us
like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment
its glory and beauty
belong to our world...
But then it flies on again
and though we wish it
could have stayed
we feel so lucky
to have seen it.
Shannon Davis was a junior in Syracuse University's College for Human Development. Shannon, from Shelton, Connecticut, leaves her mother, Jane; a brother, Jim; and a sister, Whitney, also Syracuse graduates. She was predeceased by her father who died earlier in the year in an accident in Saudi Arabia.
Shannon's goal was to start a day-care center when she graduated. Her life long interest was young children. As a fourth grader she and her sister, Whitney, had a business: 'Mother's Day Out,' a babysitting service. Her interest in childcare persisted through her life. In London, England, Shannon studied child development and worked at toy libraries, places where children could go and play with toys.
Her mother writes, 'When I think of Shannon I see her beautiful hands as well as her sparkling smile. In her young life, she happily and busily went about leaving her mark of daffodils on much she touched.
With her hands she learned to sign, to mold clay, to stitch samplers, to sew, to create eye-catching bulleting boards wherever she worked with young children. She dreamed of directing a Family Center that offered childcare and numerous activities for all family members to participate in together.
The words on her funeral card were found among Shan's notes about her Dad who was killed in 1988 in Saudi Arabia, and the daffodils depicted were drawn on the last letter I received from her.'
A butterfly lights between us
like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment
its glory and beauty
belong to our world...
But then it flies on again
and though we wish it
could have stayed
we feel so lucky
to have seen it.
VICTIM OF PAN AM 103.
Shannon Davis was a junior in Syracuse University's College for Human Development. Shannon, from Shelton, Connecticut, leaves her mother, Jane; a brother, Jim; and a sister, Whitney, also Syracuse graduates. She was predeceased by her father who died earlier in the year in an accident in Saudi Arabia.
Shannon's goal was to start a day-care center when she graduated. Her life long interest was young children. As a fourth grader she and her sister, Whitney, had a business: 'Mother's Day Out,' a babysitting service. Her interest in childcare persisted through her life. In London, England, Shannon studied child development and worked at toy libraries, places where children could go and play with toys.
Her mother writes, 'When I think of Shannon I see her beautiful hands as well as her sparkling smile. In her young life, she happily and busily went about leaving her mark of daffodils on much she touched.
With her hands she learned to sign, to mold clay, to stitch samplers, to sew, to create eye-catching bulleting boards wherever she worked with young children. She dreamed of directing a Family Center that offered childcare and numerous activities for all family members to participate in together.
The words on her funeral card were found among Shan's notes about her Dad who was killed in 1988 in Saudi Arabia, and the daffodils depicted were drawn on the last letter I received from her.'
A butterfly lights between us
like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment
its glory and beauty
belong to our world...
But then it flies on again
and though we wish it
could have stayed
we feel so lucky
to have seen it.
Shannon Davis was a junior in Syracuse University's College for Human Development. Shannon, from Shelton, Connecticut, leaves her mother, Jane; a brother, Jim; and a sister, Whitney, also Syracuse graduates. She was predeceased by her father who died earlier in the year in an accident in Saudi Arabia.
Shannon's goal was to start a day-care center when she graduated. Her life long interest was young children. As a fourth grader she and her sister, Whitney, had a business: 'Mother's Day Out,' a babysitting service. Her interest in childcare persisted through her life. In London, England, Shannon studied child development and worked at toy libraries, places where children could go and play with toys.
Her mother writes, 'When I think of Shannon I see her beautiful hands as well as her sparkling smile. In her young life, she happily and busily went about leaving her mark of daffodils on much she touched.
With her hands she learned to sign, to mold clay, to stitch samplers, to sew, to create eye-catching bulleting boards wherever she worked with young children. She dreamed of directing a Family Center that offered childcare and numerous activities for all family members to participate in together.
The words on her funeral card were found among Shan's notes about her Dad who was killed in 1988 in Saudi Arabia, and the daffodils depicted were drawn on the last letter I received from her.'
A butterfly lights between us
like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment
its glory and beauty
belong to our world...
But then it flies on again
and though we wish it
could have stayed
we feel so lucky
to have seen it.
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BELOVED DAUGHTER
SISTER AND FRIEND
VICTIM PAN AM 103
Gravesite Details
Killed in the bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland on December 21, 1988.
