Tammy Campbell, Jun 1970 - Dec 2007
CAMPBELL, Tammy - Peacefully, after a joyous
Christmas with her family and courageous battle with Huntington's Disease, at Lanark Heights, Kitchener; in her 38th year. Tammy was born and raised in Ayr, attended Southwood Secondary School in Cambridge, and graduated with a diploma in Social Work from Conestoga College; where she met Kevin. Beloved wife to Kevin Tessner; loved daughter to Linda Clare and the late Brian Campbell (1996); cherished granddaughter to Stan Johnson and the late Evelyn; dear sister to Sean and Anetta Campbell; aunt to Riley and Catherine. She will be missed by cats Trickster, Timbit and Marshmallow. Friends to be received at the Ayr Chapel, Wm. Kipp Funeral Home, 183 Northumberland St., Ayr, on Friday from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral Services to be held in the chapel on Saturday at 11 a.m., Rev. Keith Sutherland officiating. Interment at Ayr Cemetery. Donations to the
Huntington Society of Canada would be appreciated. Online condolences or donations may be arranged through
www.wmkippfuneralhome.com or by contacting Wm. Kipp, 519-632-8228.
Memorial photo set on Flickr
Farewell My Love
So Tammy is gone. She passed away yesterday, December 26th, shortly before 10:00 a.m.
And I don't get it.
On the 24th mom and I picked her up at the nursing home and went to her grandpa Stan's for Christmas dinner with her family, I had her home overnight that night, opened presents with her on Christmas morning, watched two of her favorite movies, then went to mom's for another Christmas dinner. She had such a great time, we all did, and everything seemed so normal as I tucked her into bed at the nursing home that evening. Then yesterday, just 12 hours after I tucked her in and we'd both said 'I love you'; my phone rang me awake, I checked my voicemail, and learned that she was gone.
And I don't get it.
I'm so happy she enjoyed her last days with us; I've always said "Tam lived for Christmas", but I certainly never meant that literally. Tonight I look around and see all the 'leftovers'; the syringe and cups in the drainboard from her meds, the tube feed kit in the garbage, leftover tomato soup in the fridge that I was feeding her just the day before, and the wheelchair tracks on the carpet. I just can't comprehend how she could be here, and fine, and then gone just like that; and I can never say "goodbye", "you're cute", or "I love you" to her ever again. It's really the perfect way that this could have ended, and yet it's just so damned hard to be happy right now. 24 hours ago she was alive, loved, content; and now... yeah.
I love you Mrs. Tammy Jane Campbell, from the first day I set eyes on you to the last moment I said goodbye, and forever more. Sleep well pretty girl, sleep well.
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