In Loving Memory of Fran Sheryl Davis: Family Support

Hey , my name is Jonathan Barrientos. From the photo posted I’m the guy in the middle with the white shirt on , the second of 4 boys my beautiful mother Fran Sheryl Davis has. I have an older brother named Jeffrey he’s 38 , I’ll be 31 in October under me is Jordan 27 and the youngest is Jeremy he’ll be 22 in a few days. I was always the annoying son that cared about everyone else more than myself. I would always tell myself I’ll get to me after. My mother was born May 28th , 1968 & I am so sorry to have to say she has left this earthly life in the early morning of August 31st , 2024. My mother was an absolute soldier. she lost both of her parents at a very young age & was adopted by a woman named Marion Davis whom I knew as my grandmother. Mommy got pregnant young with her first at 18 years old. She was our mother , father , cousin , aunt she was everything we ever needed. Life was surely hard on her looking for love at times of her life, nurture & care and sadly finding men that didn’t truly want to take care of the responsibility for their actions. She suffered from severe anxiety , depression , bipolar disorder , they diagnosed her with a type of schizophrenia. She later was diagnosed with breast cancer , they got rid of it on one side she had radiation an chemo being done 2 years later it came back to the other side they then had to remove one of her breast. Life was tough on her , she fought hard an never took no for an answer. She sacrificed her life for us, for her kids , all she was ever worried about was if her kids were ok and to make sure everything was still going. She didn’t really work to much growing up, she would have these little odd jobs throughout life for relatively short periods of time. Getting help from the city because of her disabilities was how she paid rent an always made sure we had a roof over our heads an food in our stomachs. Never truly thinking of herself always ready to put it all out for us. She didn’t do drugs , she didn’t smoke cigarettes , she didn’t drink , party , she had barely ever been on a vacation. We grew up in a small neighborhood in queens between jewel Avenue and 164th street. 2 bedroom apartment that was handed down to her from her adopted mothers mother , who’s name is Rose Feit. It’s a Union neighborhood none of us were Union. They always gave my mom a hard time , but my mom was G. She would always do all she can making sure we were good , She spent almost 40 years in the same apartment my whole life it’s where I grew up an where we were raised. Everyone knew when they came to our house it was a movie. Wic checks when they were on paper… getting sent to the store , before they had food stamps on cards. She wasn’t much of cook but would make pasta and lasagna when she could. We grew up on frozen food , things like ellios pizza and Perdue chicken nuggets. Ronzoni & chef boyardee I never cared some how some way she always made it happen for us. She would get help from the city, from family friends, thanksgivings we got turkeys from the church , Christmas she would make her rounds at different churches always trying to do the most for us. I knew from a young age that I would grow up an always be there for her always be someone to sacrifice time trying to show how much appreciation I have for her, an people I love. The way I grew up didn’t matter , of course it was dysfunctional of course it was different then some of my friends homes. That was never supposed to or going to shape the way I was. I’ve been so fortunate in life I had a tragic accident myself , broke my jaw nose wrist even had a tracheostomy I was saved , gave mommy a hell of a scare an I'm sorry for that, was on a bicycle headed to a friends house just to hangout. God was on our side knowing that she needed me still & so do my brothers , I’ve kind of always been the structure , the backbone they say… it was never going to be a burden on my life just meant I had to go harder. Everyone that knew my mom they knew she was loud, crazy , wild could be obnoxious at times … but none of us are perfect that’s what creates the memories we have. Everyone where we live knew that I was always going to stand tall for mommy , come by and take her out , give her a nice meal, the time, and leave her with a few dollars. I would always give up my last for her, knowing that I had the hustle in me for tomorrow was another day. If I had 100$ she would get 60$if I had 20$ she would get 10$ then I would call my brothers in to give them some of the scraps. As long as she knew, Ma I’m here with you baby. It hasn’t been easy for me neither, for any of us out in this world , but I truly have been lucky while on this path taking in all types of information .. good … bad … the ugly .. and being able to transform it into something positive. While being able to verbally communicate it to the people I love most. Trying to keep structure, morals, family, and self value high to show my younger ones to never stop learning , listening and caring about life for each day that passes is another day to do better. Always wanted to show her I was never going to forget her an all she has done. For she has giving me the life I have for me to give back to the people that have been able to embrace me. Always wanted to show all people how much there lives are truly appreciated. Always wanted her to know that my mind was stable, and I would continue this journey with my head high living and learning everyday. If there is anything anyone truly knew about her , it was that she loved her boys !!! , & she would go thru great lengths to make sure they were ok. The hardest message I’ve ever written , in tears as I type. These past 2 years were extremely hard, the anxiety and depression really took on toll on the physical well being of her, kept saying she can’t think an she’s sorry she doesn’t know why this is happening.. stopped eating , we’ve been in an out of hospitals and different facilities trying to be there an get the best help for her we can. I tried so hard, her memory stayed sharp. I would play with her an ask questions about home an numbers all types of things I know me and her knew. It crushes my heart. I would go see her, go brush her hair, clip her nails, just sit and talk try to reminisce about the good ol’ times. Try to show her true love and the appreciation she deserved. Trying to bring ease to her heart & mind, and to know everything was going to be ok. I would call everyday, I always wanted to hear her voice , I would want her to hear mine too, also to know that I’m here and I’m near that I would never let go, just to say hey ma.. are you ok ? … I miss you .. I miss you so much … you sound great always trying to encourage. Some days were better then others I thought for sure as I know her, she would continue to fight an would prevail. The day before she left I spoke with her just to say nothing much let her know what was going on I had just got surgery on my knee for a torn meniscus… she was still on the other end asking “ hey , Jon are your brothers ok ? “, “ is everything alright ? “ worried about things she couldn’t control. I clearly understood as I got older that I never truly knew what she was feeling inside. Been spiraling into my own depression these past days a feeling I wish upon no one. Lonely , empty , feeling tho I still owe her so much. Sorry I’ve delayed mom , it’s jus been so hard … trying keep calm an this message not overwhelming to those that may view as I know I must keep the strong fight that she always had. God forbid something happened to us , mommy didn’t have anything as far as money or financially but she would surely do everything in the world possible to make sure she made it beautiful for us. I’ve always thought about others so much more then myself knowing if I can for them , or to let them know there’s lives matter to me so much spending my last trying to give them this feeling whether it’s an item or a meal I’m here for them, an I would surely never forget. I give to people outside that I see when I’m driving , or walking it could jus be a few dollars or even just 1$ I try to go in my pocket to give a sense of hope an relief without them ever even knowing I probably only have 10$- 20$ myself it wasn’t for them to know that. It was for them to know that there is hope an to never give up the faith. It’s extremely hard for me right now as I am financially incapable of affording her services. I work full time driving a truck and delivering bread to supermarkets , I just got a new job for a big company and I have been moving positively in the best direction. Tho I live a day to day life continuing to try an make better decisions an put what I can to the side to plan for the future , on a steady path to continue to try and get it right. I don’t drink , smoke , do drugs , party , just try and keep my spirits high and give people the best life I can provide. Took me days to be able to try and put this message out as I’ve reached out to a few loved ones but it has been hard on many but I can’t let that bring me down. I know I have to go harder. Which is why I’m reaching out hoping that others can possibly understand and possibly help in this time of need I truly am so sorry. My lovely mommy Franny a true G , a real soldier who has earned her Stars and Stripes for she will forever be commemorated as long as my breathe breathes . I love you so much mommy every day , every single day , it won’t go by without your thought. You have given me the life to continue to give life to others and loved ones. I will be here for my brothers, for my lovely lady, to make sure everything you’ve done was never taken for granted. For everyone that reads this , for everyone it passes by … thank you for everything … I love you … I owe you … In dearest, sincerest loving memory of you mommy I love you so much with all my heart “ to the moon and back “ .