Words From Tanya

Words From Tanya

My Loving Husband

My loving husband, Wayne Davis, was on the 106th floor of the World Trade Center when it was attacked. He is still listed as missing. He was attending a conference that was to take place on Tuesday and Wednesday. This conference started at 0800, and knowing Wayne, he arrived at 0803. The first plane hit his tower at 0848. He proudly served 8 years in the United States Army 82nd Airborne Corps, the 101st Infantry Division. He served in over 15 international operations and in Desert Storm/Shield for two tours. He was diagnosed with Desert Storm Syndrome after serving on the front lines of combat. He is an honorable man. He is 29 years old, and on October 1 he would have been 30. His dream was to retire by 40 and teach History to High School students. On the previous Friday, he expressed to me his fear with the situation in the Middle East. He had told me that it truly worried him.

We have two children. Gabrielle Hunter, who turned two years old only 12 days after the attack and our son, Malachai Roarke, who is 9 months old. The children meant the world to him. He worked remotely (from our home) and he spent more time during the day with the children than working - always making it up after they went to bed at night. Every Saturday was “daddy-daughter day” where he would take Gabrielle out all day, running errands, buying groceries, diapers, and it never failed “…new toys that she NEEDED”. After Chai was born it became “daddy-daughter-son day” where he would pack them both up and head out for a day of fun. We were the world to him as he is the world to us. He laughed and played. He would take me into the living room and dance with me, then he would hold Gabby, and I would hold Chai and all four of us would dance together. He sang, acted goofy, and Wayne always, always put us first. He hated traveling. He would try to avoid it the best he could, but there were times that it was necessary. He would call two/three/four times a day for an update on how I was feeling and how the children were. He emailed me often, even if he was gone for the day. He cooked, he did the grocery shopping, and he did the laundry. He was my very best friend and a loving, gentle, caring, supportive, and patient man. He gave me strength and I gave him strength.

Wayne and I bought a home with six acres in Virginia in April and spent every weekend up there -- the children in playpens and we slept on the floor. It took nearly two years to find this home. Our plan was to begin to slowly move our belongings first week in October (his 30th birthday). We have been waiting for my medical board results. Now, I have been forced to put the house up for sale. I cannot afford it. Our intention was to move so I could focus on our children and my health. We had already hired a full time Nanny to assist me. Just the Saturday evening before the attack we were at the house. The children were sleeping and we went out onto the back porch, with the monitor. He lay down on his back and looked up into the sky at the stars. We sat there. He said to me, “I never imagined being this at peace. I never imagined being this happy and in love.” I looked at him and said, “Me too, I never imagined.”

Wayne loved Willie Nelson, Jim Croce, Jethro Tull and his favorite group was the Beatles. Wayne loved the Army, the United States, History, Guinness Beer, sweet tea and cooking. Wayne loved singing, playing, and laughing. Most of all, Wayne loved us - his family, and we love him.

- Tanya Davis

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	Words From Tanya My Loving Husband My loving husband, Wayne Davis, was on the 106th floor of the World Trade Center when it was attacked. He is still listed as missing. He was attending a conference that was to take place on Tuesday and Wednesday. This conference started at 0800, and knowing Wayne, he arrived at 0803. The first plane hit his tower at 0848. He proudly served 8 years in the United States Army 82nd Airborne Corps, the 101st Infantry Division. He served in over 15 international operations and in Desert Storm/Shield for two tours. He was diagnosed with Desert Storm Syndrome after serving on the front lines of combat. He is an honorable man. He is 29 years old, and on October 1 he would have been 30. His dream was to retire by 40 and teach History to High School students. On the previous Friday, he expressed to me his fear with the situation in the Middle East. He had told me that it truly worried him. We have two children. Gabrielle Hunter, who turned two years old only 12 days after the attack and our son, Malachai Roarke, who is 9 months old. The children meant the world to him. He worked remotely (from our home) and he spent more time during the day with the children than working - always making it up after they went to bed at night. Every Saturday was “daddy-daughter day” where he would take Gabrielle out all day, running errands, buying groceries, diapers, and it never failed “…new toys that she NEEDED”. After Chai was born it became “daddy-daughter-son day” where he would pack them both up and head out for a day of fun. We were the world to him as he is the world to us. He laughed and played. He would take me into the living room and dance with me, then he would hold Gabby, and I would hold Chai and all four of us would dance together. He sang, acted goofy, and Wayne always, always put us first. He hated traveling. He would try to avoid it the best he could, but there were times that it was necessary. He would call two/three/four times a day for an update on how I was feeling and how the children were. He emailed me often, even if he was gone for the day. He cooked, he did the grocery shopping, and he did the laundry. He was my very best friend and a loving, gentle, caring, supportive, and patient man. He gave me strength and I gave him strength. Wayne and I bought a home with six acres in Virginia in April and spent every weekend up there -- the children in playpens and we slept on the floor. It took nearly two years to find this home. Our plan was to begin to slowly move our belongings first week in October (his 30th birthday). We have been waiting for my medical board results. Now, I have been forced to put the house up for sale. I cannot afford it. Our intention was to move so I could focus on our children and my health. We had already hired a full time Nanny to assist me. Just the Saturday evening before the attack we were at the house. The children were sleeping and we went out onto the back porch, with the monitor. He lay down on his back and looked up into the sky at the stars. We sat there. He said to me, “I never imagined being this at peace. I never imagined being this happy and in love.” I looked at him and said, “Me too, I never imagined.” Wayne loved Willie Nelson, Jim Croce, Jethro Tull and his favorite group was the Beatles. Wayne loved the Army, the United States, History, Guinness Beer, sweet tea and cooking. Wayne loved singing, playing, and laughing. Most of all, Wayne loved us - his family, and we love him. - Tanya Davis