It’s an interesting spot to be put in to tell others about your brother. This blog is less about him, and more about my feelings and experiences around us losing him. It’s not that I don’t want to tell about him, just that all I know is my perspective. Austin would probably describe himself differently than I will here, and each person that knew him had their own experiences. But I’ll do the best I can.
Michael “Austin” Davis was born on April 24, 1981 in Panama City, FL and was my little brother. We’re almost 5 years apart and had our fair share of arguments. We were very different, like night and day. Austin was laid back and relaxed. Austin didn’t seem to care so much about what people thought of him, though he cared very much about the feelings of those he loved.
Austin was in a lot of physical and emotional pain, apparently more than we ever realized. Though he told us he was ‘okay’ he clearly wasn’t, and the last time that any of us saw him was June 25, 2007. Michael, Austin and I went to a movie, and the next day he was gone. We still don’t know exactly what happened, and we continue to search for him. I won’t go into the case details here now, but for all of that, you can visit the website we maintain for his search, Find Austin Davis.
I hope that through this blog you can learn more about him. I’m sure he would hate this spotlight, but hey, what are big sisters for?