Davis asked us to read it in the fall. We didn’t know he was going to pass away, suddenly, unexpectedly. He had just agreed to lead our small group, and he gave everyone a copy of The Great Divorce, an allegory/fantasy by C.S. Lewis. I had not read this book before. During the winter, Davis was admitted to the hospital and continued his journey to heaven from there. The first time I read The Great Divorce I couldn’t stop thinking about Davis. The second time I read it, which was last week, I still thought of Davis, but this time I was better able to understand and appreciate the flow…