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Memorial created 04-9-2009 by
Myra Robinson
Jeffrey Marvin Campbell
October 16 1979 - September 20 2003

Forever, Boo

I've learned that people will forget what you said, will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel†††† Maya Angelou

Once upon a time I dreamed†there lived a beautiful soul by the name of†Jeffrey Marvin Campbell and I loved him with everything in me. He was born one night in October of 1979. October 16 to be exact at around 1030 pm. He had a head full of curly hair.†He gave out one small cry at birth and was placed on my chest where he fell right asleep. He was such a good baby. My Angel Baby.†I fell in love with him. He was so very sweet.
His parents Ernest and Myra Campbell†lived†in Stamford Conn when he was born.
Later Jeffrey, his†brother Ernest Jr and Mother moved to Silver Spring Maryland where Jeffrey attended school and blossomed into a sensitive young man who would do anything for anybody. Jeffrey taught me a very special kind of love: unconditional love. I often would say that was the reason he came into my life. With affection my pet name for him was Boo.



Jeff loved music. He liked hip-hop and go-go but I would often walk into the room and hear him playing old school music. He learned to play the drums in school at an early age and never put them down. He grew to†love the Congo drums. His friends started a group and would often go to the studio to practice dreaming of one day being a rap star. He would also write†rap lyrics. I would often find pieces of paperhis words.
Jeff also like cutting hair. He had dreams of one day owning a Barber shop. He had his clippers, books and everything. Jeff kept his hair in different braid styles since he was 13. His hair was long and thick and reminded me of my own hair.
One of Jeffrey's favorite pass times was talking on the phone. When he moved back in with me after brief stay on his own the phone was constantly ringing. He loved talking on the phone especially his cell phone. One day I walked in to the living room he had the cell phone in one hand and the house phone in the other and he was fast asleep. As he lay asleep in his casket I slipped a cell phone in his pocket.
As you look through Jeff's Memorial sight you will see lots of pictures. Thatís because he loved pictures. He liked taking them and he liked looking at them. His relatives and his friends. I take them for you now baby and pray that you know they are there.
Jeffrey loved animals. Any kind. He have had all kinds of pets. turtles, frogs, salamanders, gold fish, gerbils, guinea pigs, one day he even bought home a snake. No way, Jeff.
Did I mention he also collected coins. He had quite a few of them.
Jeffrey was so delightful and full of life and that is what I miss so much.
The dream ended on September 20, 2003 in which I awakened to a nightmare. A life without my Boo.

Jeff joined his father Ernest Sr who flew away Jan 13 2003


Jeff flew away on September 20th 2003 at 518am. He was a passenger in a car accident. "Unfortunately Jeff died on the scene". Words spoken that I will never forget.

He leaves devoted brother Ernest Jr

Also a brother Shaune Dixon, sisters Tanya Dixon,Lisa Evans, April Alexander and Debra Robinson.

Grandparents Jimmie and Hazel Taylor

Three aunts Oneida Khalsa, Synethia Epps and Robertha Joyner

Three uncles Jay Taylor, Jack and Willie Campbell

Many relatives and friends


The better part of me left with you that day, son. Whats left of me wish for you everyday. Just one hug, just to see that beautiful smile of yours. I would have done anything just for one more minute with you


I miss him sooooo much


Memories are odd creatures, yes like they are alive... recalling things that happened in the past can bring you to your knees in a heartbeat, or lift you up spreading warmth in your heart and a smile to your face. Memories are alive within each of us. Some are scattered bits and pieces of times gone by, others like a movie screen playing in the background of our current lives.

I have this perception that once I am no longer able to stand in the exact spot I last saw my son, that the memory will be changed forever... I fear this change, I long for it before this opportunity is even gone, but it is impending on the horizon of a day that will come all too soon.

I believe this precious memory will fade from a vibrant oil panting to a blurry watercolor sketch of a moment long gone...





Do You Remember Me

I can't believe after all this time, I can't get over you,
I guess a love like ours is one of a kind, a love that is true.
It's been†5 years sense you left me to go to God & heavens immensity,
Do you still remember me?

It's like a bad dream that plays over & over in my head,
Of things I wish I'd done or words I would of said.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of you,
Even after all this time, what am I going to do?

Maybe this is the way mommies are suppose to feel,
Perhaps our wounds are never intended to heal.
If I could ask but one question why,
How is it God could need you more than I?


Mmm. Mmm.
Memories, light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
smiles we give to one another
for the way we were.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
tell me would we? Could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
what's too painful to remember
we simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter we will remember
whenever we remember
the way we were.

~Barbara Streisand : The Way We Were


Ur Man In The Spotlight


I got my background at ZingerBug.com


Light of my Life

Thanks Alan


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