Gregory Thane Campbell

GREGORY THANE CAMPBELL – April 19, 1959 — Oct. 29, 2002

Loving father of Cassie-Marie, Skyler, Shadow and special “Daddy Greg” to Matthew Roach, Greg is also survived by dearest life-long friends Kimberly (his former wife), Gloria Petre and Shane Petre, close friend Jon Roach; niece and nephews Kelcie, Michael and Kyle Petre, sisters Bonnie Milligan, Genie Campbell, and brother Colin, and their families, his cousin, Carolyn Proulx from Barriere, many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews, as well as his extended family — Viv and Ray Brandt, Todd and Judi Brandt, Val and Gerry Harris, Steven and Angie Brandt, and Karen and Marty Piatt, and uncle Bert McDiarmid.

His children were his whole world. He was a loving and caring father who was totally committed to their lives. He was a consummate teacher — everything he showed them was a learning experience from the time they were infants — whether it was learning to use a screwdriver, fix a door, cook an egg, follow wildlife tracks, first-aid or fishing — it was always a lesson taught in the gentlest way. He insisted in good manners at all times. His children adored him — as did their friends! He was like the Pied Piper — there were always kids flocking around Greg. They talked to him openly and he always listened to them with interest and understanding.

Greg made friends easily and he had friends wherever he went! His big smile and twinkling eyes charmed everyone who met him.

Greg died while at work at the salmon hatchery in Lumby, where he had been employed for the past three years. He came home to see his children, and to the community he loved, on all his days off. Prior to its closure, he had worked at the Clearwater River Salmon Hatchery for 15 years. Greg was with B.C. Ambulance for six years, and he was a certified tracker with Search and Rescue for many years. He had worked as a diamond driller throughout the province, was marine officer for B.C. Parks, and worked on construction.

Greg’s favorite times were sitting around a big bon-fire with his family, hiking along the Clearwater River or climbing a mountain! On his most recent days off he did all of these things — enjoyed the bon-fire with Kimberly, Jon, Gloria and his children, and explored a variety of trails and creeks in Wells Gray Park with Shadow and Matthew.

Greg always emphasized the importance of an education to his children.

He was very proud of Cassie-Marie’s and Skyler’s accomplishments in the cadets. He participated in as many of the cadet functions as he was able.

If friends wish, in lieu of flowers, a donation to the Clearwater Rocky Mountain Rangers Cadet Corp, Box 2457, RR#2, Clearwater, B.C. V0E 1N0 — would be greatly appreciated.

Oh, great spirit

Whose voice I hear in the wind,

Whose breath gives life to the world,

Hear me,

I come to you as one of your many children

I am small and weak,

I need your strength and wisdom

Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset

Make my hands respect the things that you have made

And my ears sharp to hear your voice

Make me wise so that I may know the things

That you have taught your children

The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock

Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers,

But to be able to fight my greatest enemy: Myself,

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes

So that when life fades as the faded sunset

My spirit will come to you without shame.both papers obit with pix

GREGORY THANE CAMPBELL

April 19, 1959 — October 29, 2002

Loving father of Cassie-Marie, Skyler, Shadow and special “Daddy Greg” to Matthew Roach, Greg is also survived by dearest life-long friends Kimberly (his former wife), Gloria Petre and Shane Petre, close friend Jon Roach; niece and nephews Kelcie, Michael and Kyle Petre, sisters Bonnie Milligan, Genie Campbell, and brother Colin, and their families, his cousin, Carolyn Proulx from Barriere, many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews, as well as his extended family — Viv and Ray Brandt, Todd and Judi Brandt, Val and Gerry Harris, Steven and Angie Brandt, and Karen and Marty Piatt, and uncle Bert McDiarmid.

His children were his whole world. He was a loving and caring father who was totally committed to their lives. He was a consummate teacher — everything he showed them was a learning experience from the time they were infants — whether it was learning to use a screwdriver, fix a door, cook an egg, follow wildlife tracks, first-aid or fishing — it was always a lesson taught in the gentlest way. He insisted in good manners at all times. His children adored him — as did their friends! He was like the Pied Piper — there were always kids flocking around Greg. They talked to him openly and he always listened to them with interest and understanding.

Greg made friends easily and he had friends wherever he went! His big smile and twinkling eyes charmed everyone who met him.

Greg died while at work at the salmon hatchery in Lumby, where he had been employed for the past three years. He came home to see his children, and to the community he loved, on all his days off. Prior to its closure, he had worked at the Clearwater River Salmon Hatchery for 15 years. Greg was with B.C. Ambulance for six years, and he was a certified tracker with Search and Rescue for many years. He had worked as a diamond driller throughout the province, was marine officer for B.C. Parks, and worked on construction.

Greg’s favorite times were sitting around a big bon-fire with his family, hiking along the Clearwater River or climbing a mountain! On his most recent days off he did all of these things — enjoyed the bon-fire with Kimberly, Jon, Gloria and his children, and explored a variety of trails and creeks in Wells Gray Park with Shadow and Matthew.

Greg always emphasized the importance of an education to his children. He was very proud of Cassie-Marie’s and Skyler’s accomplishments in the cadets. He participated in as many of the cadet functions as he was able. If friends wish, in lieu of flowers, a donation to the Clearwater Rocky Mountain Rangers Cadet Corp, Box 2457, RR#2, Clearwater, B.C. V0E 1N0 — would be greatly appreciated.

Oh, great spirit

Whose voice I hear in the wind,

Whose breath gives life to the world,

Hear me,

I come to you as one of your many children

I am small and weak,

I need your strength and wisdom

Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset

Make my hands respect the things that you have made

And my ears sharp to hear your voice

Make me wise so that I may know the things

That you have taught your children

The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock

Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers,

But to be able to fight my greatest enemy: Myself,

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes

So that when life fades as the faded sunset

My spirit will come to you without shame.


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