‘She missed everything’: Hubert Davis lost his best friend. Her memory fuels him
CHAPEL HILL, N.C. — Tell me about your mom.Whoosh. Back to 1985. To the perfect family — Mom, Dad, older brother, younger sister — and their suburban Virginia home. Narrow driveway. Basketball hoop out front. That big window on your right when you walk in the front door, with a little ledge to sit on and peer out.And the soundtrack to this memory? Maybe an old soap opera, playing in the living room background; “General Hospital” was always Mom’s favorite. Or maybe a Jackson 5 record on the turntable. Or a ball clanking off the driveway rim, then bounce-bouncing across the street. Or, more likely, the soft snap of the net as the boy’s ball fell through.“Just a loving home,” Hubert Davis says, beaming. “Just … great.”Until it wasn’t. Until Mom — Bobbie Webb Davis — got that canker sore in he...