Peggy Davis, of Fort Pierce, Florida, peacefully entered the arms of her Lord and Savior on July 15, 2026, surrounded by the love of her family and the comforting sounds of her favorite hymns.

Peggy is survived by the love of her life, Clint Jones, whose unwavering devotion brought her immeasurable joy.

She also leaves behind her beloved children, Vernon W. Davis (Cindi DiFrancesco), Terry E. Davis (Annette Davis), Billy T. Davis, Dallas Ray, and her beloved daughter, Jessica Ray.

She is lovingly remembered by her Grandchildren; Kelly Lowery, Cody Davis, Hannah Sisco, Dylan Davis, Kaycee Davis, Genevieve Zerga, Isabel Davis, Cayla Sheats, Courtney Sheats, Cassie Sheats, and Riley Ray, as well as thirteen cherished great-grandchildren, each of whom brought immeasurable joy to her life.

Peggy also leaves behind countless extended family members, adopted children and grandchildren, dear friends, neighbors, and loved ones who were blessed to know her. While many were not related by blood, they were family in every way that truly mattered.

Peggy was preceded in death by her parents, Vernon Barlow and Catherine Ray; her beloved sons, John M. Davis and Clifford Sheats; the father of her children, John W. Davis; and her brother, Ralph “Ricky” Ray.

In lieu of flowers, the family kindly requests that memorial donations be made to Treasure Coast Hospice in Peggy's honor.

For those who are unable to make a donation—or who would like to celebrate Peggy's legacy in another meaningful way—we invite you to participate in our "Love Like Peggy" Campaign, a special tribute encouraging simple acts of kindness, compassion, and generosity inspired by the way Peggy lived her life.

A Celebration of Peggy’s Life will be held at Haisley Funeral Home, 3015 Okeechobee Rd. Fort Pierce, FL 34947 Saturday, July 25, 2026 at 10:00am.

A Tribute to Peggy

Some people spend their lives searching for their purpose. Peggy lived hers every single day.

Peggy passed peacefully, surrounded by the people she loved most, with her favorite hymns filling the room and the voices of her family reminding her over and over that she was loved. It was a beautiful ending to a beautiful life. A life defined not by what she owned or accomplished, but by the countless hearts she touched.

Born and raised in Fort Pierce, Florida, Peggy was a true Florida country girl through and through. She loved country music, dancing, and a good night out at places like Frankie & Johnny’s, the Rialto, and JR’s. If there was music playing, chances were Peggy was smiling, laughing, and convincing someone else to join her on the dance floor. She found joy in life’s simple pleasures, but her greatest joy was always people.

Peggy was the kind of woman everyone needed, whether they knew it or not. She had an extraordinary gift for making people feel safe, accepted, and loved. She never cared where you came from, what mistakes you’d made, or whether you shared her last name. If you needed someone, Peggy somehow always found room for you.

Her home became a refuge. Her porch always had room for one more, and her heart never seemed to have a limit.

She raised six wonderful boys, but somewhere along the way she quietly adopted countless others. Friends became family. Neighbors became family. In-laws became family. Children who needed guidance became family. Blood never determined who belonged. Love did.

Today, the branches of her family tree stretch farther than anyone could have imagined, filled with children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and countless “adopted” sons, daughters, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and lifelong friends whose lives were forever changed because Peggy chose to love them as her own.

She didn’t just build a family. She built a home.

Many people will tell you Peggy didn’t have a mean bone in her body. That wasn’t entirely true.

Because heaven help the person who hurt one of her children or someone she loved.

The sweetest woman you’d ever meet could become as fierce as a rattlesnake in a heartbeat if someone threatened her family. Her kindness never made her weak. It made her courageous.

Her boys were the center of her world. They were the light in her eyes, the purpose behind every sacrifice, and the reason she never stopped fighting. Through every season of life she reminded them they were loved, believed in them when they struggled to believe in themselves, celebrated every victory, and stood beside them through every hardship.

There was never a question where they stood in her heart. Ask any one of her boys, and he’ll probably tell you he was Momma’s favorite. The truth is, she somehow made them all feel that way. That was the magic of Peggy.

Peggy experienced two extraordinary loves during her lifetime. John Davis, the father of her children, forever remained an important part of the story that shaped her life and the family she cherished.

Later, she found an incredible love with Clint Jones. Their relationship was one many people spend a lifetime hoping to experience. It was patient, gentle, faithful, compassionate, and filled with laughter. Clint loved Peggy with every part of his heart, and Peggy loved him just as deeply until her final breath. Their love was quiet, genuine, and unwavering. A beautiful reminder that God sometimes writes more than one great love story into a life.

If being a mother was Peggy’s calling, being “Grandma” and “Gimmie” was her greatest reward. Nothing brought her more pride than watching generation after generation grow before her eyes. She celebrated every birthday, every graduation, every new baby, every accomplishment, and every lesson learned.

She always knew exactly what to say. Sometimes it was encouragement. Sometimes it was wisdom. Sometimes it was loving correction. Sometimes it was simply, “I love you, Buddy.”

No matter what you were facing, Peggy somehow knew how to make everything feel like it was going to be okay.

She taught lessons people wouldn’t fully appreciate until years later. She showed us that kindness isn’t weakness, that forgiveness takes strength, that family isn’t always defined by blood, that everyone deserves another chance, and that love should never be rationed.

As a mother-in-law, Peggy was simply unmatched. People joke about having “monster-in-laws,” but those who were blessed enough to become part of Peggy’s family know the exact opposite is possible. She wasn’t just a mother-in-law. She became another mom, a best friend, a confidante, and a safe place. She loved completely, welcomed unconditionally, and made every new member of the family feel like they had always belonged.

Peggy never wanted recognition. She simply wanted everyone around her to know they were loved. That was her gift. That was her ministry. That was her legacy.

Today we look around at this enormous family she helped create and realize that every hug she gave, every meal she cooked, every lesson she quietly taught, every tear she wiped away, every child she encouraged, and every person she welcomed or sent to the pole has become part of something much bigger than any of us.

She didn’t leave behind wealth. She left behind people who love better because they were loved by her.

She leaves behind a family rooted in compassion, strengthened by faith, and forever connected by the example she set.

Our hearts are broken because a woman like Peggy can never truly be replaced. The world feels quieter. Home feels different. There is an empty chair on the porch that no one else can ever fill.

But if there is any comfort in this tremendous loss, it is knowing that her love did not end with her final breath. It lives on in every child she raised, every grandchild she spoiled, every great-grandchild she adored, every life she rescued, every friend she embraced, every lesson she taught, every hug she gave, and every “I love you” she never forgot to say.

The measure of a life is not found in the years we are given, but in the love we leave behind. By that measure, Peggy lived one of the richest, fullest, and most beautiful lives imaginable.

Thank you, Momma, Grandma. Gimmie.

Thank you for giving us everything you had, for loving us without limits, for making us who we are, and for showing us what a life well lived truly looks like.

We will miss you every single day. And until the Lord calls us home, we will do our very best to love each other the way you loved all of us.

Your greatest legacy wasn’t the life you lived; It was the family you built.

Rest peacefully, Momma.

You made us a home.

We love you still & We always will.