Jill Margaret Ann Campbell

Jill, Liz and I just found your kayaking gloves buried somewhere in the garage. I was using them to cushion my hands while pushing the lawnmower! How sweet to come upon this reminder of you, and to imagine you out on the water, gliding smoothly, or sitting quietly as you observed the baby eagles on Range Pond.

Jill, Liz and I often think of you when we're walking out in nature and see something that you would have appreciated, or would have photographed. You are still very much in our lives and in our hearts. Catherine and Liz

Miss you all the time...There is a wild turkey gobbling in the woods outside my bedroom window every morning. That makes me think of you.....with love and fond memories
Gail Jones

Jill, just want you to know that Fluffy is headed your way. He passed two days ago, and we thought of all the great people he had in his 99 kitty lives. You were such a good friend to him, and we know he looked forward to all the times that Auntie Jill came over to hang out with him when we were away. This brought up fresh memories of you and appreciation for all the ways in which you enriched our lives. Its sweet to reminisce. Love you, Catherine and Liz

Jill, you are often in my thoughts, especially when I hear the owls at night and see the eagles soaring overhead. I missed you on your birthday in April. You never got to turn 65. My heart is sad and I miss you.

Thinking of you of late ...find myself admiring your photo works- could it be the change of season, or that its been a year and seems more permanent.
Tho not far-

Thinking if you today. Rest easy, Jill.

I still think about you so often. You were the one who really showed me the wonders of the great outdoors. We had many good times camping, biking, and so much more. I miss you and will some day see you on the other side.

I've been having many thoughts of Jill in the last couple of weeks. Memories of camping and dancing and always that big smile and tight hugs. I'm glad I have the memories and look forward to seeing her again when I cross over. To the arms of the Angels. Love you Jiller