Birth date: May 9, 1983 Death date: May 17, 2012
Martin J. Campbell, 29, of Liverpool, passed away Thursday at home surrounded by his loving family. He was born in Stony Point, NY. Martin was an avid gardener and a Teacher of Global History and Sociology with the Cicero-North Sy Read Obituary
They say only the good die young..And he sure was a 'good' person. But, I don't think 'good' can sum him up. Spectacular. Great. Helpful. Funny. Outgoing. And I always thought he was pretty classy. I will never forget my Sophomore year at CNS when he was my teacher. I've never had so much fun in a Global History class before and he made it worth my time. My favorite memory would have to be when it was our final project and we had to make a children's book that went along with the Cold War. I begged him to let me write a young adult book because I wasn't very good at rhyming and after many no's; he had finally said yes. He had been pretty stunned with the results of it and took it for keeping to show his future classes what a student could do with his teachings. Now I sit here and wonder: why do the good die young? I don't know the answer, but I'm sure whatever the reason that it must be something special. Because he was something special. I'll miss you Mr. Campbell.
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive." - Anais Nin. Love and miss you so much <3
Mr. Campbell, I had you 5 years ago as a sophomore...your second year as a teacher at CNS, and even though it was only your second year teaching and many students took advantage of that (in my class especially...) you were still the most amazing teacher and person I have ever met in my life. You helped my best friend and I through a lot that year...you would stay with us after class and after school and just talk to us about whatever needed to be talked about, global related or not. You let us sit next to each other in your class that entire year, with never a second guess, because you knew we didn't "fit in" with the kids in our class...we weren't the trouble makers or the popular kids, we weren't the class clowns or the jerks making fun of everyone...we were the two nice kids in the class, and as long as we didn't interrupt, you let us sit together all year so we didn't kill the rest of the class. You are a brilliant man. You are the most accepting, warm, loving, caring man I have ever met. Jayson is so lucky that he found you and that he could be with you for the time that he was. I will spend every day of the rest of my life striving to be even half the person that you are. You were so kind to me and you always knew just what to say to lighten the mood. You were a spectacular teacher...not many students remember teachers 10+ years down the road, but you, most of your students or students that came in contact with you remember full conversations with you, and will continue to remember you and your conversations for the rest of their lives. THAT is the kind of person I wish I could be...the kind of person that is remembered for their decency and kindness. You are forever in my heart, as well as many, many others'. You were one of a kind, Marty Campbell...rest easy. (:
To Jayson and to friends and family: Things are hard right now, and they will always be a bit trying, but it gets easier...not a lot at a time, but gradually things start to get easier. The wounds will never heal concrete, but time makes it easier, and sometime it won't hurt as much. Sometime there won't be as many tears, and sometime you will be able to think about Marty and smile without tears because you will remember the man that he was, that he will always be, and the fight he fought for his life. He is now at peace. RIP. <3
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say... but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth ...was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you." It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on. I need you here badly; you're part of my plan. There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man." God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too... that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain, then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain." And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile, knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile. So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low, just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free, remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me
