Tribute to Norman, his obit
A tribute to an orinary great man who didn’t live long enough for this kind of tribute on Father’s Day. This is his obituary.
Norman Glenn Campbell, 69, died at home March 24. He was retired from General Motors. His parents Clementene and Dewey Dutton Campbell and his sister Gail Allen proceeded him in death.
Holding him in loving memory, are his wife, Sherita Saffer Campbell, daughters; Kimberley Kara Campbell, Kristie Kaye Campbell, Marguerita Susanne Barnes and her husband Eric Barnes. Grandchildren; Karita Karlene Tackett and her husband Timothy Tackett, Michael Noel Dillard, Zachary Dutton Barnes, Morgan Lynn Barnes; great grand daughters, Kylee Ann Tackett and Tia Nichole Tackett.
He leaves his spiritual foster children Billie Lojewski, Mark Perry and Rancy MCCord. His nieces, nephews, cousins are: Sharon Holding, Danny Rhonemus, Kenny Rhonemus, Lori Haggard, James Campbell, Edmund Glenn Wallace, Bessie Price, Jama Sifford. His aunts and uncles are Mr. And Mrs. Ralph Pierce and family and Francis Pierce and family.
Dave MCCartny was his work and fishing buddy. They fished in Arkansas once a year until he became too ill. Before that they went Salmon fishing in Michigan with fellow workers from General Motors.
Norman was a mechanics’ mechanic who told folks, “just put the phone up to the engine and I’ll tell you what’s wrong and if I can fix it.” When he pronounced the engine’s problem he said, “bring it over and I’ll lay hands on it.” And so he fixed the cars that no one else could repair. When he became too ill to work on cars he sat beside his grandson Michael, Randy and his daughter Kristie and told them what to do to fix cars, and other “sick” machinery. Which led to a great deal of interesting discussion. Once he and Mark Perry rebuilt a burned up tractor in spite of some of our skepticism.
Once he went with my friend, Linda Joohnson to a tire replacement place and said: “give her a good deal or I’m not going to come back here myself.”
He loved to drive tractors to farm or mow grass. His favorite hobby was deer hunting. Norman did these things as along as he could walk. Then he would read books about them until he could no longer see to read. Norm like to be outside with the sun, the wind, the birds, the animals around him. He welcomed the challenge of blizzards and digging out and driving his Chevy truck with the snow plow to dig out everyone.
Norman like to talk hunting, fishing, cars and General Motors as long as he could hear and talk. Most of all he loved his family and friends around him, knowing they cared and loved him.
Stormin Norman, as he doctor called him, was a member of the National Rifle Association, past member of The Bass Fisherman’s Club. We loved to watch them on the reservoir when they had a tournament and all came swooping over the water. It was like a posse after fish.
He never missed telling he loved us and giving hugs even as he was dying. He told us with his eyes and we hugged him. He was our hero, forever. He was the best.
The family would like to thank Care One Health Care, who took such good care of us and him while he was alive and embraced and helped us when he died. He was able to stay at home instead of the hospital or a nursing care because of them and how they taught us to care for him. Thanks to nurse, Katherine Ware, home care person, Lashea Pegues. I learned how to care for him in a way beyond my belief system that I could do. Thanks to the therapy people, Andy, whose last name I don’t have, and whose therapy enabled me to get him into his wheel chair. Marcos Aziz, and Chris Jack with the love and caring heart and understanding.
We would like to thank the 4th floor rehab folks and Harold and Allen who convinced us we could handle his paralysis and live with it. They taught us that he could still do some of the things he loved.
Thanks to Dr. Dinwiddie and his staff who were always there when I called hysterical and didn’t know what to do.
Thanks to progressive care, the emergency room the 10th and 9th flood nurses and staff who took care of him when he was in the hospital.
Thanks to friends and family who comforted him and us as we went through this devastating part of our lives. Norman was our hero, we still love him and the 50 years I’ve shared with him on this earth have been a wondrous experience. We know that he is still fishing, hunting and caring for others wherever his spirit is.
His wishes were no calling hours, no funeral. We will have a celebration of his life sometime in April outside with music, a carry-in, laughter and memories and want all his friends, family and caregivers and all the children he helped to be there.
We ask that in instead of flowers you may make contributions to Friends School at Friends Memorial Church, 418 W. Adams. Thank you for reading this and sharing in his life, our lives and the celebration of Norman Glenn Campbell’s life. His wife and family
Norman Glenn Campbell, 69, died at home March 24. He was retired from General Motors. His parents Clementene and Dewey Dutton Campbell and his sister Gail Allen proceeded him in death.
Holding him in loving memory, are his wife, Sherita Saffer Campbell, daughters; Kimberley Kara Campbell, Kristie Kaye Campbell, Marguerita Susanne Barnes and her husband Eric Barnes. Grandchildren; Karita Karlene Tackett and her husband Timothy Tackett, Michael Noel Dillard, Zachary Dutton Barnes, Morgan Lynn Barnes; great grand daughters, Kylee Ann Tackett and Tia Nichole Tackett.
He leaves his spiritual foster children Billie Lojewski, Mark Perry and Rancy MCCord. His nieces, nephews, cousins are: Sharon Holding, Danny Rhonemus, Kenny Rhonemus, Lori Haggard, James Campbell, Edmund Glenn Wallace, Bessie Price, Jama Sifford. His aunts and uncles are Mr. And Mrs. Ralph Pierce and family and Francis Pierce and family.
Dave MCCartny was his work and fishing buddy. They fished in Arkansas once a year until he became too ill. Before that they went Salmon fishing in Michigan with fellow workers from General Motors.
Norman was a mechanics’ mechanic who told folks, “just put the phone up to the engine and I’ll tell you what’s wrong and if I can fix it.” When he pronounced the engine’s problem he said, “bring it over and I’ll lay hands on it.” And so he fixed the cars that no one else could repair. When he became too ill to work on cars he sat beside his grandson Michael, Randy and his daughter Kristie and told them what to do to fix cars, and other “sick” machinery. Which led to a great deal of interesting discussion. Once he and Mark Perry rebuilt a burned up tractor in spite of some of our skepticism.
Once he went with my friend, Linda Joohnson to a tire replacement place and said: “give her a good deal or I’m not going to come back here myself.”
He loved to drive tractors to farm or mow grass. His favorite hobby was deer hunting. Norman did these things as along as he could walk. Then he would read books about them until he could no longer see to read. Norm like to be outside with the sun, the wind, the birds, the animals around him. He welcomed the challenge of blizzards and digging out and driving his Chevy truck with the snow plow to dig out everyone.
Norman like to talk hunting, fishing, cars and General Motors as long as he could hear and talk. Most of all he loved his family and friends around him, knowing they cared and loved him.
Stormin Norman, as he doctor called him, was a member of the National Rifle Association, past member of The Bass Fisherman’s Club. We loved to watch them on the reservoir when they had a tournament and all came swooping over the water. It was like a posse after fish.
He never missed telling he loved us and giving hugs even as he was dying. He told us with his eyes and we hugged him. He was our hero, forever. He was the best.
The family would like to thank Care One Health Care, who took such good care of us and him while he was alive and embraced and helped us when he died. He was able to stay at home instead of the hospital or a nursing care because of them and how they taught us to care for him. Thanks to nurse, Katherine Ware, home care person, Lashea Pegues. I learned how to care for him in a way beyond my belief system that I could do. Thanks to the therapy people, Andy, whose last name I don’t have, and whose therapy enabled me to get him into his wheel chair. Marcos Aziz, and Chris Jack with the love and caring heart and understanding.
We would like to thank the 4th floor rehab folks and Harold and Allen who convinced us we could handle his paralysis and live with it. They taught us that he could still do some of the things he loved.
Thanks to Dr. Dinwiddie and his staff who were always there when I called hysterical and didn’t know what to do.
Thanks to progressive care, the emergency room the 10th and 9th flood nurses and staff who took care of him when he was in the hospital.
Thanks to friends and family who comforted him and us as we went through this devastating part of our lives. Norman was our hero, we still love him and the 50 years I’ve shared with him on this earth have been a wondrous experience. We know that he is still fishing, hunting and caring for others wherever his spirit is.
His wishes were no calling hours, no funeral. We will have a celebration of his life sometime in April outside with music, a carry-in, laughter and memories and want all his friends, family and caregivers and all the children he helped to be there.
We ask that in instead of flowers you may make contributions to Friends School at Friends Memorial Church, 418 W. Adams. Thank you for reading this and sharing in his life, our lives and the celebration of Norman Glenn Campbell’s life. His wife and family
Labels: Death, obituary of a husband
posted by Sherita Saffer Campbell at 5:46 PM
3 Comments:
My sincere condolences Sherita. You left a fine tribute. Peace, Amy Genov
Dearest Sherita,
You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. I love that Norman could diagnose an engine while listening on the phone! What a priceless story, and a priceless man. I wish I'd had the chance to meet him.
In sympathy,
Kit
I just wanted to offer my condolences, Sherita. You and your family are in my thoughts.
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