Brian was born June 22 1952 to Henry and Marjorie Campagna in Colchester, Vermont which he lived many years before moving to Massachusetts and starting his own family.
He married Shirley Tramp and had three children Hope, Adam and James. He worked a few jobs like in wire mills and at fineys farm, Salvation Army and finally settling as a computer technician at C- computer before finally retiring to enjoy time with his family and grandchildren he also enjoying camping with friends and family or taking a ride on his Harley to where ever the roads brought him. Brian was the life of the party no matter where he was with friends or surrounded by only strangers it didn’t matter he made whatever company he was in better, his zest for life was contagious you couldn’t help but laugh around him whether it was out to a party having a few beverages or throwing himself down on the floor to “I get Knocked down” or singing karaoke up Red Neck hill with his best buddy Ronny it didn’t matter he made your bad day just float away
Sitting here setting up this tribute for you brings back so many memories you once told me at a bar “real shocker” lol if at the end of your life you can count on one hand 5 good friends you lived a good life, ones that would come day or night, come even when your hands were empty and you was right about that. You had a lot of great friends and family I was, is and always will be proud to be one, I only got one problem with that when you left you were 2 off my real friends list and to this day and forever you will always count for two off my list miss you everyday
Brian was not my Father but became a Dad to me in a lot of ways your kindness, loving, giving and who can forget laughter you brought everywhere you didn’t mind being the joke and laughing with all, you could go up to anyone and we all now all kinds came up to you out of the blue strangers and within 5 minutes you would never guess you two have known each other all your lives. Dad you would give your last dollar and you have to me many times, no worries, no judgment whatsoever a finer man I don’t know if I’ll ever meet another your passing has left a void nothing can fill. We see you in every 52 that comes by us and there are a lot of them we miss you and love you more and more each day we hope you are atleast happy, Heathly and drinking your beloved PBR here’s to the hope I’ll see you again someday till then keep the rubber side down and the beer on ice love ya Bubba. P.S we still have your bucket and a new wearer I now you would be proud
