Victor Edwin Campbell, 80, of Kansas City, Missouri, passed away Wednesday, August 17, 2022.
Funeral will be held Thursday, August 25, at Porter Funeral Home, 8535 Monrovia, Lenexa, Kansas. Visitation is from 1:00 -2:00 p.m., funeral service at 2:00 p.m.
Victor was born March 28, 1942, in Okmulgee, Oklahoma, to Jack LeRoy Campbell and Wanda LaJoyce (Bryant) Campbell. The family moved to Kansas City in 1949. Victor graduated from Wyandotte High School in 1960, served in the Air Force Reserves, attended Emporia State University, University of Kansas and Rockhurst College, where he studied literature.
Victor Edwin Campbell was preceded in death by his father, Jack LeRoy Campbell and longtime companion David A. Stickelber.
He is survived by his mother Wanda LaJoyce (Bryant) Campbell, sister Cheryl Jeter (Joseph), niece Evan Fauerbach (Tyler), children Lilly, Owen and Liesel and niece Emily Valdez (Eric), children Margot and Beatrice, and goddaughters Anne Austin Pearce and Sarah Pearce and many close friends.
Victor lived an extraordinary life, one of wonder and expedition. He was a charismatic, generous, quick-witted friend who loved a good laugh, regularly one he started. In the presence of his mother Wanda, he shined in kindness, but rarely hid his mischievous self to Wanda’s quiet delight. Victor was a good and caring son, his thoughts and actions of attention and love for his mother were steadfast and inimitable.
He was a lover of all the finest things in life: books, food, flowers, music, and great conversation. He had a devilish twinkle in his eye that marked amusement and the threat of something mischievous. He entertained friends and family beautifully. If one was lucky enough to receive a note from Victor, it was worth saving, his care and thoughtfulness shown through exquisite penmanship.
If there was music playing, Victor danced with panache. If no music was playing, he might encourage singing a show tune or two. He could make you feel like the only one in the room who mattered. He loved to live in the moment and extend that moment from night to dawn. For Victor, it was never “the sort of night for bed, anyhow.” ~The Wind in the Willows
Victor was a devoted son, brother, uncle and friend to so many who will miss him, but he left us with a fortune in wonderful memories.