Doris Davis Daniel, age 90, of Danville, VA, passed away on October 01, 2016 surrounded by her felines, family, and friends.

She was born on February 11, 1926, in Pittsylvania County, VA, to the late John Bunyan Davis and Sally Coleman Austin Davis.

Doris worked at Dan River Mills before her retirement and was of the Protestant faith. She loved growing anything of the earth, especially flowers and vegetables, which she loved to share with others.

She is survived by her daughter, Cynthia Eastwood, of the residence; special friend, Debra Lachky; and beloved felines, Rusty, Gracie, and Ma Kitty.

A graveside celebration of Doris’ life will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Tuesday, October 04, 2016 at Highland Burial Park with Rev. Roger Collins officiating. There will be no receiving of family, friends, and food at the residence.

The family would like to extend a special thanks to John and Debra Lachky, Mr. and Mrs. “Pete” Dalton, the Ashworth brothers, Mike, Phillip, and Jerry (deceased), Dr. Barry Cutright, Reva Goss, Dr. Thomas J. O’Neill, and Linda Morrill.

Flowers will be greatly appreciated by the family.

Swicegood Funeral Service is respectfully serving the Daniel family. 

Please sign the guestbook at www.swicegood-barker.com, www.facebook.com/swicegoodbarker, and www.godanriver.com.

                                                Sunset and evening star,

                                                And one clear call for me!

                                                And may there be no moaning of the bar,

                                                When I put out to sea,

                                                But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

                                                Too full for sound and foam,

                                                When that which drew from out the boundless deep

                                                Turns again home.

                                                Twilight and evening bell,

                                                And after that the dark!

                                                And may there be no sadness of farewell,

                                                When I embark;

                                                For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

                                                The flood may bear me far,

                                                I hope to see my Pilot face to face

                                                When I have crossed the bar.

By A. L. Tennyson

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