Retired Warrant Officer, Jeffrey A. Davidson (Smith) passed away peacefully surrounded by family at the Ottawa General Hospital on December 23rd 2019 at 7:35 PM.
Born Jeffrey Alexander Davidson in Toronto, Ontario, May 24th 1964.
Mr. Davidson (Smith) is survived by his daughters Jennifer (Matt), Kyla (Steve), Alexandria "Lexi" and Sarah. Grandchildren: Liliana, Trace, Jade, Liam and Kayden. Mothers of his children: Claudette and Trina. Mother: Alice and step-father Walter. Siblings: Sue and Nigel (Kate). Nephews: Dylan, Jamie, Mackenzie and Andrew. Nieces: Emily (Wesley), Victoria and Samantha (Tam). In closing: his dear friend and confidante Andrew Beimers.
Jeff or as his colleagues regarded him, "Harley", served in all 3 forces: Navy, Air Force and Army where he earned several medals, including The General Campaign Star (ISAF-FIAS) and The Special Service Medal (NATO-OTAN). Jeff retired as Warrant Officer of the Canadian Armed Forces after 20 years of honourable service which included several tours: Baden-Soellingen, Germany (1989-1992), Geilenkirchen, Germany (1992 -1995), Bosnia (2002-2003) and Afghanistan (2004-2005).
Jeff was a kind and generous man with a thoughtful mind and a courageous heart. He was a successful business owner, pilot, and devoted father/grandfather. His wealth of knowledge, natural inventive tendency and positive outlook on life will be deeply missed, yet revered for generations to come. Jeff's best-loved pastimes include camping, boating and flying. His favourite aircraft was the Avro CF-105 Arrow and you could often hear him quote that "Fortune Favours the Bold".
Jeff was predeceased by his father Alexander Archibald Davidson (1996), son Dany Fernand "Gagnon" Smith (2004), step-father Frederick William Smith (2010) and brother William "Scott" Smith (2019).
Jeff's Celebration of Life will be held on Sunday May 24th 2020 in Vars, ON.
SAPIENTER SI SINCERE
WISELY IF SINCERELY
CLAN DAVIDSON
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He’s up there somewhere, pilot to chopper, aviators for eyes, a familiar benevolent grin with son in tow — always protecting us from the war within.