Elizabeth Campbell

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ELIZABETH AILEEN CAMPBELL

October 1, 1960 to July 20, 2008

An indomitable, spirit

Elizabeth A. Campbell, Director of Women’s Programs for Pacific Hills Treatment Centers in Dana Point – an indomitable spirit who breathed life, love and hope into those who had none – succumbed to lung cancer Sunday, July 20th. She was 47.

Her legend grew quickly at Pacific Hills, the scary click of her spike heels as she marched down the hall to a meeting, those in attendance often quivering in fear at the sound. Only 5’2″ and 120 lbs. “soaking wet,” according to her husband of 24 years, Greg Campbell, Elizabeth was a powerhouse presence, especially when something didn’t measure up to her rigorous standards. Whether at Pacific Hills, or at home in Aliso Viejo, said Greg, Director of Sales at Irvine BMW, she was like a drill sergeant. “Hey, Campbell,” she would call to her husband. “You made a mess. It’s unacceptable! It is not okay!”

The lucky person who gets those eyes

elizabeth-gregsmall.jpgWith a wry smile, Greg (pictured left with Elizabeth in Hawaii) said he actually envied the person who will inherit the corneas Lizzy, as he called his wife, donated prior to passing. “The lucky person who gets those eyes will spot BS ten miles away.”

Along with her immediate family-husband Greg; daughters Sabra (who is six-months pregnant with her first child, a boy) and Crichele, plus Elizabeth’s two-year-old grandson, Dylan-she prized her other family, the women she nurtured and counseled with a combination of tough talk and loving concern. “You bean head!” she would chastise, this the strongest language to issue from the lips of someone who had once used every curse word known to man, and then some. No longer.

Elizabeth Campbell reached legendary status

“Legend” and “legacy” are words not often bandied about by those who have struggled insurmountable odds to regain sobriety; there are lots of heroes and heroines in Twelve Step. But in her seven years as a director at the treatment center-a total of 14 years sober-Elizabeth Campbell reached legendary status, her legacy compared to a sturdy tree blooming with healthy branches. An awful lot of folks credit Elizabeth with saving their lives, her husband said, saving their daughters’ lives, their mothers’ lives.

Yet, Elizabeth refused to take credit for anything. “It’s not about me,” she would say. “God did this.”

Reborn into sobriety

No one celebrated the day she was “reborn” into sobriety-July 22, 1994-more joyously than Lizzy. It was a long battle, one marked by a six-year absence from her husband and daughter while she fought to commit to one rehab after another. It all began in Garden Grove on October 1, 1960, when the future for the little brunette with the dazzling smile looked bleak. Born to alcoholic parents and a father who was never around, Elizabeth Aileen Grinstead somehow found her moorings amidst six brothers and two sisters. Dirt poor, moving from place to place, the family-even her mother-gravitated to the adorable child with the uncanny maturity. Later, Elizabeth would invite her ailing mother Sabra, whom she cared for until she died of a rare form of blood cancer, and her disabled brother Doug to live with her.

Eventually, like so many who grow up in similarly bleak situations, Elizabeth’s elizabeth-girlssmall.jpgcombination of genes and susceptibility drew her to drugs and alcohol. She was still fighting her demons when she met a married a dashing Garden Grove police officer, Greg Campbell, on July 7, 1984. They gave birth to Sabra (shown right with her mom) in 1985, and adopted daughter Crichele (on the left) in 1997.

July of 1994, the lights went on

While most such love stories crash and burn under the weight of addiction, Greg clung to his “for better or for worse” vows, and so did Elizabeth. During her six-year absence from her family, although she visited off and on, she stubbornly refused to fully reemerge in the role of wife and mother until she was certain she had triumphed over substance abuse, all the while supporting herself by running a coffee house, Java Jitters, in San Dimas. And then, in July of 1994, the lights went on. And they stayed on.

It seemed miraculous, this vibrant, laughing, sun-loving brunette with the flawless manicure, perfectly-applied fuchsia lipstick, chic Nordstrom labels and collection of shoes that outdid Imelda Marcus. At home she donned her PJs, of course, the seasonal flannels and spring cottons; she had scads of them. Her husband bought her diamonds, which sparkled against her tanned, olive skin; he whisked her off to her beloved Palm Springs, to Hawaii, any nearby beach, the Angels games. A superb softball player until she suffered a brain aneurysm in 1996 and could no longer play at the risk of seizures, “She could [still] throw a softball harder than any man,” Greg boasted.

Quite the disciplinarian

Who was this Elizabeth? Oh, yes. Not all that different in temperament, actually. Quite the disciplinarian, the one who always cross-examined her daughters’ dates. “Who left the dishes in the sink?” she would call upon arriving home to find her spotless kitchen in disarray. “Get down here and put them in the dishwasher.” Elizabeth liked things organized.

palsnewest.jpgAnd then there was the foot thing. Nervous leg syndrome. And when she was agitated, everyone knew it, because, boy, that right foot would “start quivering like a rattlesnake,” Greg said. But once reborn, Elizabeth was also a doer, filled with energy. She threw herself into AA meetings, pursued her California State counseling certificate, served as an intern and then case manager at Pacific Hills, and finally as Director of the Women’s Program.  (She is pictured here with sister Vicky Brown to her right and best buddy, Pastor Joann Scott, to her left).

Gretchen, The Psycho Dog from Hell

In 1997, the Campbells purchased a home in Aliso Viejo, and it was Elizabeth’s treasure, filled with color, both inside and out. “It was the first time she felt really safe,” said Greg, who planted big flower gardens for his wife each spring. Added to their family, a black Chihuahua named Gretchen. It was a “throw away dog, homeless and abused,” when Lizzy told Greg she wanted to bring the Chihuahua home. The two clearly had a bond. Except when Greg went to pet Gretchen, the dog nearly took his arm off. “I called her The Psycho Dog from Hell,” he said, smiling a little. Gretchen, who slept entwined between Elizabeth’s knees at night, died a year ago. Her ashes, Greg said, will accompany his wife into Heaven.

Elizabeth wasn’t perfect. Although the Campbell house drew droves for Thanksgiving, Christmas (her favorite holiday), birthdays and Sunday barbecues, she didn’t cook. Didn’t, couldn’t wouldn’t. It would be a potluck sort of thing. With seven siblings (one brother, Robert, died several years ago when he was struck down by a drunk driver) and numerous in-laws, cousins and such, the gatherings were raucous and sizeable. There were no feuds, just lots of debates. Euphoria when Dylan was born, absolute euphoria. Then the crushing disappointment of knowing she would not be here to greet her newest grandson.

She had rediscovered her Christian faith

To the delight of her best friend and pastor, Joann Scott, an ordained minister, Elizabeth rediscovered her Christian faith. Joann, who often stayed by Elizabeth’s side during her frequent hospital stays after she was diagnosed with lung cancer in December of 2007, marveled at her friend’s spirit. Despite great pain and suffering, “she was always so positive and hopeful,” Joann said. One of the pastor’s greatest “privileges” was reconnecting Elizabeth to God. “As a teenager, she had come to know the Lord as Savior, but she had not continued her search.” To see her friend blossom in that way was a delight, said Joann, who spent long hours interpreting the Scriptures with Elizabeth, a deeply curious soul. “We had no idea what was coming in the future. She needed that strength for herself and her family.”

Near the end, Lizzy made Greg promise to take the family to church on Sundays, provide for them, to never sell the house she loved so much, to keep her memory alive.

One suspects that won’t be hard.

And, oh, yes, Sugar

Along with her husband, two daughters and grandsons, Elizabeth is survived by five Grinstead brothers, Douglas, James, Dale, William and Eric; two sisters, Vicky Brown and Connie Halstenberg, and numerous in-laws, cousins, nieces and nephews. And, oh, yes, Sugar, the newest Chihuahua.

For family and friends, a viewing is planned for Friday, July 25th, from 6 to 8 p.m. at McCormick & Son Mortuary, 25000 Moulton Parkway, Laguna Hills, 92653. Services, presided over by Pastor Joann Scott, will be held on Saturday, July 26th at 10 a.m. at Capo Beach Calvary Chapel, 25975 Comingo Avenue, Capistrano Beach, 92624, a reception to follow. Graveside services will be at El Toro Memorial Park in Lake Forest. Another Memorial Service, time and place to be announced, will be held in about two weeks.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that contributions be sent in Elizabeth Campbell’s name to the Recovery Options Network, Inc., a non-profit organization that awards scholarships to women unable to afford treatment. The address is 32234 Paseo Adelanto, San Juan Capistrano, 92675. [KBL at www.ThePrecis.com]

18 thoughts on “Elizabeth Campbell

  1. Tammy Ingram McCoy says:

    To the family and friends of Mrs. Campbell, you have my deepest sympathy! I never met Mrs. Campbell when I visited her sister (Vicky- my 2nd Mom) and her neice (Gayle- my best friend) in California, but I heard many, many wonderful things about her! God has blessed her to touch so many people in great ways. I would have loved to have met her! God Bless You All and my prayers are with you!

  2. Greg Campbell says:

    Lizzy, Today at 2:10pm October 30th 2008, your newest grandson “Dean Gregory” was given to us by God.He is a health boy and has Sabra’s and your cute little nose. I hope you can see him from heaven, something tells me you may have had a hand in bring his soul to us. Thank you for all you gave to so many while you were on earth and for teaching us never to give up. “Let go and let God” ! Love, Greg

  3. crichele says:

    Happy Thanksgiving aunt liz!! I miss you so much every day, my heart achs for you.. dylan is getting so big and baby dean is an amazing beautiful baby boy. Sabe is such a good mommy. We wish you were hear to do our regular 4 am shopping and our late night turkey sandwiches haha.. I love you with all my heart, and today I’m thankful that god put you in my life, and gave me such a wonderful mother and an amazing nana that he will always adore.xoxo

  4. Pam Campbell Awalt says:

    You are oh so missed by your sweet baby and you now have a beautiful grandson that has your eyes and nose features. You live on in both of them as in many others. Crichele and Dylan, Dougie, Vicki and Connie all are a part of you. Greg misses you and speaks of you each and every day, yes he sees that light come on every night greeting him after work. 🙂
    Miss Lizzy you are missed and will always be remembered as “The Strong One”. A person that I knew I could call on for a word of wisdom.
    Thank you Liz…Love, Pam

  5. crichele says:

    I miss you so much and wish i could huge you right now and to here you say everything is going to be okay

  6. crichele says:

    Every Morning i wake up wishing you were here … Not a day goes by that your not missed by me and dyl and now macie! I know you are watching over us.. i love you so much…. thank you for being the most amazing aunt mother i could of asked for.

  7. leah pulvers says:

    Omg my heart is breaking liz was the most influential person in my life. Liz loved me when I worked at java jitters And she loved me until I could love myself. This world has lost a true angel. I am so sad for her beautiful family and the loss of the love she had to give. I love you Liz you have always been close to my heart.

  8. leah pulvers says:

    I have been crying since I read this obituary I know I am not family but Liz was an amazing woman and I feel so much sorrow and grief. I would love to send my love to her daughtes and husband. I want to bring Liz flowers and talk to her. I know this is strange because you don’t know me but I loved Liz (she kept me in line) I wanted to send her an email then I saw the obituary and was floored please call me (619)820-0957

  9. katy says:

    I am coming up on a year in 4 days!! I hear your voice in my head all the time. I am so grateful for you and I miss you so much! Love you

  10. I am so sorry for the loss of “Liz” I will NEVER forget meeting her the first time at “Java Jitters”. Where I painted her shop and rented the upstairs studio. It was there I met my husband John, who died in 2003. Liz came to John’s funeral and I never saw her again. I have never forgot her kindness, sassiness and spirit. What a pistol that woman was. I had so much fun there and helping her in the shop. Many blessings to Sabre, Greg and your family. I have never forgotten Liz and what she meant to me and so many at “Java Jitters”. Much Love, Lisa

  11. Karen long says:

    Many years have passed. Lizzy and I were friends in grade school. I have pictures her children might like. Could someome contact me via email?

  12. crichele says:

    I miss you so much Aunt Liz!! It’s extremely difficult during the holidays without you or my dad being here. things are so different these days and my heart aches for your guidance and your unconditional love. I love you SO much. xxoo

  13. crichele says:

    I need you so much Aunt Liz! Things are pretty hard during this time of the year, especially without you or my dad. I need your guidance and unconditional love that never seemed to stop. I love you so much and so badly need you right now.

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