I lost something precious recently.
My dear friend, Sally Campbell, passed away.
Her generous, loving heart just gave out while she was being treated for a bad knee. Go figure.
I met Sally 20 years ago. I was at a party when a tall attractive blond ran up to me and said, "I'm Sally Campbell, and I'm running for the Harbor Board. I hear you're pretty good running campaigns. Will you help me?"
I liked her immediately and said, "Sure."
Simple as that, a friendship was born.
Sally was a highly respected, hard-working elected County official. She spent a couple of terms on the Mid Coast Council before being elected to the Harbor Commission.
Harbor Commissioner is not a paid position but that didn't stop Sally from working countless hours at the Commission's two locations, Pillar Point on the coast and Oyster Point on the Bay in South San Francisco. She wasn't in it for the money, the recognition or to use the experience as a stepping-stone. She was in it because she truly loved these harbors and serving her community.
Sally was not a woman of means. She had a llttle house and an old Jag. As long as she could live close to the ocean she was happy. She came here as a very young woman, straight from a Nebraska farm. She saw the sparkling, vast Pacific and swore she would never leave it.
Sally once told me that she wished she had more of an "estate" to leave her grandchildren.
"I guess I should buy some jewelry," she joked. Sally didn't buy the jewelry but she left those kids something priceless. They can take great pride knowing their grandmother was a warrior — an intelligent, caring, hard-working, courageous woman who said what was on her mind and fought for what she belived to be right.
That's a pretty rich legacy — much better than a bracelet.