Dennis R. Campbell

April 30, 1949April 5, 2019

Dennis R. Campbell was born on April 30, 1949 in Oliver Springs, TN and passed away on April 5, 2019.


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Jason Campbell

April 16, 2019

This is written for a man. A wonderful man, actually. A kind and caring man. A man that wanted to raise two boys when someone else did not. A man who honored his vowels in marriage to his wife. A man who put others ahead of himself. A smart and highly skilled man.A man who deserved a longer pain free life to give his life experiences and wisdom to others. If, I only, am half the man he was I'd say I would be a very lucky man. That wonderful man was my dad. Your back with mom now. I love You! From your son. Jason

Robert & Dara Woodworth

April 15, 2019

Dennis, words can't describe how we feel at your passing. Grief, sorrow and loss, none of these can tell you how much you will be missed. You were a great friend to us and all we have now are the memories of days gone by. The only thing that we rejoice about your passing is that you are in the hands of God and beside the one you love, your Wonda. Thank you for all the great memories that we all shared as we watched our children grow and the family meals we were so glad to have shared. You will truly be missed but never ever forgotten my friend, Love you much Dennis.

Deborah Legg

April 14, 2019

Dennis R. Campbell,was a Loveing Husband, Wonderful Son,Great Father,Grandpa&Great Grandpa,Great Brother to his Sisters. He is not in any pain or suffering,in a Happy Place,with his Love of his Life,Wanda Jesus,our Mom&Dad, Grandparents,we will miss him,in Loveing Memory His Sister Debbie&Carl Legg

Virginia Gue

April 14, 2019

Don't know what to say, in just one paragraph. My brother was my hero. I was so fortunate to be the baby of the family. I had two doting siblings that watched over me. My wonderful, kind hearted sister, and my hero of a brother. He was born twelve years before me. He was my second father. He was the doctor, he took my stitches out; he was the dentist, he pulled my loose teeth out. No one was taller or more handsome. He thought of others. He saw me running behind kids on the block following their bikes because I had none. He went down in the basement where his old blue and white bike sat for years. But he knew he could fix it. He fixed the tires and chains, painted it gold, and put tassels and everyone on the block was so jealous of the gold sparkled banana seat. He did so much for me as a kid. I even went on a date with him and his girlfriend. They took me to see Jungle Book and get a hamburger. I was on cloud nine. The past four or so years, he called me every morning at 10, and dialysis days when I came home. We had a lot in common. He even picked me up and brought me to see him for a week, a couple of times. I will always love him. LOVE NEVER DIES. I have no regrets, we showed each other our love. I sure am going to miss my brother. I will see you again. He is with the love of his life, so happy. And with no pain ever again, All my love, Jenny