In Loving Memory of
Noel Christopher Campana
11-29-81 to 3-18-04
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   Noel Christopher Campana died March 18, 2004 at the age of 22.  He was a 2000 graduate of Willits High School and the loving, bright, shining star and son of Julia and Richard Campana.  He was the beloved brother of his two sisters, Elizabeth and Rachel Campana.  He will also be sorely missed by his six aunts and seven uncles, 10 cousins and countless friends.
    Noel was a man with a huge heart and the absolute promise of a wonderful life.  It is inconceivable that he is gone from us.  This is a momentous loss for all his family and friends.
    Noel was a CDF firefighter and recently fought fire in Simi Valley.  He was a volunteer fireman for the Ukiah Fire Department. He was active in bicycle riding, snow and water sports.  He will be sorely missed by the rest of his extended family and many, many friends.
    A memorial service will be held at 4:30 p.m. Friday, March 26, at the Brooktrails Lodge in Willits.  All are welcome.
   In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the local fire departments in memory of Noel Campana.
My Beautiful Noel:
Wonderful son, confident man, enduring joy.
     Such a tall, handsome, protecting, intelligent man.  I can't believe you are gone.  Perhaps I never will.  I have been so proud of you so many times in your life.  There are so many pictures of you where I am looking up at you with huge pride in my eyes.  You were proud of yourself too.  Our protector, our rock, such a solid person.
    Such a funny person, those voices, movie lines (how could you remember all those lines?), the Marx Brothers routines.  The creative remarks and stories that poured out of you so naturally, especially if you had a radio or walkie talkie in your hand.  You made me laugh all the time, all of us laugh.
    Such an artist.  Who knew you would blossom that way?  Your pastels are really good.  Talent everywhere.  Such a loyal friend, a loving friend.  True blue.  So many people love you.
   Such confidence in a beautiful man.  Such presence, so handsome, so well spoken, such promise.
     Such a hero, racing into fires.  You really loved being a fireman.  Tending the injured, the ill and yes, the dead.  My dear Noelie Bo, I did not know how these things hurt you.
   Such love and joy from a beautiful child.  My Noelie cow bolie, my Coos waddy body.  My broken heart misses you so so much.  I love you endlesslessly and always, indeed as you wrote, "enough for ten lifetimes".  All the way up to the stars.
My love is always here, that's what I do know.
    When my sorrow is greatest and I think I can bear no more, I will look again into my heart and see the truth.  I truly weep for that which has been my delight.  You will be right here with me in my heart, my delight.  I will try to keep it open to let in love that will fill this gaping hole and continue to pray that my loss of trust in God is restored.
  You said "I'll be OK."  and I think you are.  As you wrote on my Mother's Day card in 2000, the one with your beautiful watercolor of the earth on it: "A world without you...Just isn't the same."
  "There is no holding of a relationship to a single form."  You are still here with me and will always be my hero.
                           Love,
                           Mom
Noel,
    From the day you were born,
You blessed all those near you
You will forever be in my heart.
I still see you as a little boy, though you have been taller than I for years
My heart aches knowing your smile will live only in my memories
But I rejoice in the gift you have been to us We have known greater joy because you have lived and loved
Love Always,
Jenny
His Journey has just begun...
Don't think of him as gone away,
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets,
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting,
from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing,
that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness,
can really pass away.

And think of him as living,
in the hearts of those he touched,
for nothing but our sadness,
can really pass away.

And think of him as living,
in the hearts of those he touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost,
and he was loved so much.

Poem by Ellen Brenneman
Poem submitted by:
CDF Fire Captain Brian Kornegay

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