Robert Franklin “Robby” Campbell

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Robert Franklin “Robby” Campbell Veteran

Birth
Baytown, Harris County, Texas, USA
Death
10 Nov 2008 (aged 59)
Baytown, Harris County, Texas, USA
Burial
Dayton, Liberty County, Texas, USA GPS-Latitude: 30.0529194, Longitude: -94.8840179
Plot
8-38-8
Memorial ID
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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Robert "Robby" Franklin Campbell, 59, of Rye, passed away Monday. He was born February 7, 1949 in Baytown to parents: Roy and Winnie Smith Campbell. He served in the US Army during Vietnam and had worked as a equipment operator. Robby enjoyed riding his motorcycle, listening to music and being with his family.

Service 10:00 a.m., Thursday, November 13, 2008 at Pace-Stancil Funeral Home Chapel with burial to follow at Magnolia Park Cemetery, Dayton.

Survived by his wife: Betty Riggs Campbell of Rye; his mother: Winnie Smith Campbell of Baytown; sons: Bryan Shroades of Beaumont, Steven Shroades of Salineville, Ohio; daughters: Mandy Rose of Rye, Angela Shroades of Rye, and Gina Christine Craven of Florida; his brother: William Campbell of Baytown; ten grandchildren.
Robert "Robby" Franklin Campbell, 59, of Rye, Texas passed away Monday Nov. 10, 2008. He was born February 7, 1949 in Baytown, Texas to parents: Roy and Winnie Smith Campbell. He served in the US Army during the Vietnam War and had worked as a Heavy Equipment Operator. Robby enjoyed riding his motorcycle, playing music and being with his family.

Robby is loved and will be sorely missed by Family, Friends, and Musicians the world over.

The Musician stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped somehow God would know him,
with no instrument in his hands.

Step forward now, Musician,
what shall I do with you ?
Have you spread my gift of Music ?
To the Music have you been true ?

The Musician stood up straight and said,
no, Lord, I guess I ain't.
For those of us who play the tunes,
can't always be a saint.

I've had to work on Sundays,
and at times the gigs were tough.
And sometimes I went crazy,
cause the world is awful rough.

But, I tried so hard to keep the faith,
that was so hard to keep.
And I worked a lot of two-bit joints,
when the bills got way too deep.

And I never passed a song request,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
If my thoughts appeared unclear.

I know I don't deserve a place,
among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
except to bring them cheer.

If you have a place for me here, Lord,
it needn't be so grand.
Musicians never expect or have too much,
so if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all about the room,
where the saints had often trod.
As the Musician waited quietly,
for the judgment of his God.

Step forward now, Musician,
you've mastered your instrument well.
In Heaven you will now perform,
you've done your time in Hell.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Robert "Robby" Franklin Campbell, 59, of Rye, passed away Monday. He was born February 7, 1949 in Baytown to parents: Roy and Winnie Smith Campbell. He served in the US Army during Vietnam and had worked as a equipment operator. Robby enjoyed riding his motorcycle, listening to music and being with his family.

Service 10:00 a.m., Thursday, November 13, 2008 at Pace-Stancil Funeral Home Chapel with burial to follow at Magnolia Park Cemetery, Dayton.

Survived by his wife: Betty Riggs Campbell of Rye; his mother: Winnie Smith Campbell of Baytown; sons: Bryan Shroades of Beaumont, Steven Shroades of Salineville, Ohio; daughters: Mandy Rose of Rye, Angela Shroades of Rye, and Gina Christine Craven of Florida; his brother: William Campbell of Baytown; ten grandchildren.
Robert "Robby" Franklin Campbell, 59, of Rye, Texas passed away Monday Nov. 10, 2008. He was born February 7, 1949 in Baytown, Texas to parents: Roy and Winnie Smith Campbell. He served in the US Army during the Vietnam War and had worked as a Heavy Equipment Operator. Robby enjoyed riding his motorcycle, playing music and being with his family.

Robby is loved and will be sorely missed by Family, Friends, and Musicians the world over.

The Musician stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped somehow God would know him,
with no instrument in his hands.

Step forward now, Musician,
what shall I do with you ?
Have you spread my gift of Music ?
To the Music have you been true ?

The Musician stood up straight and said,
no, Lord, I guess I ain't.
For those of us who play the tunes,
can't always be a saint.

I've had to work on Sundays,
and at times the gigs were tough.
And sometimes I went crazy,
cause the world is awful rough.

But, I tried so hard to keep the faith,
that was so hard to keep.
And I worked a lot of two-bit joints,
when the bills got way too deep.

And I never passed a song request,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
If my thoughts appeared unclear.

I know I don't deserve a place,
among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
except to bring them cheer.

If you have a place for me here, Lord,
it needn't be so grand.
Musicians never expect or have too much,
so if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all about the room,
where the saints had often trod.
As the Musician waited quietly,
for the judgment of his God.

Step forward now, Musician,
you've mastered your instrument well.
In Heaven you will now perform,
you've done your time in Hell.

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