Dawne Louise Campbell. November 3, 1947 – June 20, 2013.
With sorrow in our hearts and joy in her being, we release our wonderful sister, Dawne Louise Campbell to the universe. Into the loving arms of our parents, Jack and Vi Campbell who went ahead of her. Dawne was known for her love of family and friends – her greatest joy was to be surrounded by them. She cherished each and every one. She was just telling us that she’s had a wonderful life. In the last six months Maggie, her puppy, had brought her extra joy and happiness. Dawne lived her life with “no woulda, shoulda, coulda’s”. She enjoyed travelling, theater, shopping, birthdays and celebrations. To all, Dawne would say “don’t mourn for me, be free, joyful and happy. Think of me when your spirits are soaring, as I will be there with you … in a laugh, a hug, a memory. Dawne was born and raised in Mission. Upon her retirement she returned to her roots and family in Mission. Loss knows no boundaries but Dawne’s laughter, free spirit and love has touched us all. You will be missed by your loving sisters, Karen (Ian) Munro, Janet (Jim) Olson, Laura (Steve) Sharpe, extended family and friends. We will always hear your laughter and feel your hugs. Celebration of life at the Sharpes, Sunday, July 21, 2:00 – 4:00 pm, 8490 Weaver Crescent, Mission, BC. In lieu of flowers donations to the Canadian Diabetic Association can be made in Dawne’s name. Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped exactly as it was. I fondly together is untouched, we were to each other that we are of air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, Pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it ever was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.
Henry Scott Holland Louis