Hattie Campbell

Hattie Marie Lamielle

Born January 1, 1956, Corry PA Passed January 31, 2025, Rochester, NY

She is predeceased by Her Father Basil “Bill” Lamielle and Mother Florence Lucille Passarell. She is survived by Her Son Anthony Marini and his children Alexis & Skye, Her beloved Granddaughters, by Her Sister Mary Ann Peters and her daughters Melisa, Michelle, and Elena, and their children Sabastian, Demi, Georganna, William and Rosie, and many other Cousins and Friends too numerous for this page. 

There are no services scheduled at this time.

Dear Hattie,

We will all miss you. There was no other.

You were born on New Year’s Day and You always loved a good party. You loved music and dancing. You loved being with Family and Friends and having fun. You loved Your Mustangs and Chevelle and driving them fast.

You loved your Granddaughters, Son, and Cats with all you had, and woe be any that would attempt to harm them. You would walk through fire to get to any of them that needed You and kick the ass of anybody that was stupid enough to try to stop You.

To say You had a hot temper would be to put it mildly. Along with that temper came a mouth to match and You were never afraid to use it. They could hear You all the way down the block when You were going off. You had a strong grasp of the vernacular and could make Nuns flee and peel paint from the ceiling.

You had a heart to match that mouth and temper though, possibly greater. The love You held for your Family, Friends, and Cats was, to say the very least, overwhelming. 

You had a strange sort of attraction about, a gravity almost, that pulled people to You that I have never been able to explain. It was like they could sense the warmth and caring and love you had inside You. Little children always seemed to be drawn to You. Complete strangers wherever we were would come up to You to say “Hello” to You or begin telling You what was going on with them as if they were picking back up on a conversation with You that they had just left off. All the Cats anywhere around for miles came to find You. You nearly never had an empty lap, or chest, or shoulder, or spot beside You on the chair. I could go on and on but there isn’t enough time in the world.

The massive void Your passing has left behind will be hard for most to fill and, speaking for myself, impossible. There was and will only ever be one of Hattie. People should count themselves fortunate to have known you. Even more so to have been Loved by You.

You were fond of saying, “They may not like Us, but they sure will remember Us.”

No bigger truth has ever been uttered.

I Love You, Honey. Forever, and then some.