Friday, February 25, 2011
My dad was born on May 31st 1956 his given name was William Sheridan Han. He went by Bill or Billy He was so awesome he played football in high school and was an all American football player.He loved all sports if he could play he would. He was a bigger man about 250 ish and 5'6'. He was balding with red brown hair and green eyes. I have his eyes I remember laying on him and looking at his eyes and telling him they were mine eye color. I was a daddy's girl. He could be mean and stern. He was the oldest of 7 kids 2 brothers and 4 sisters. His mom had some drinking problems and was married 3 times. My dad served his mission in Australia a place I have always wanted to visit. He loved being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints. He did a lot of missionary work even after his mission. He had many jobs and we moved a lot as a child.
I remember a regular day on April 16 th 1993. It was a day that I had a day off school. My dad went to work as always. I remember hearing sirens that morning we were camping in our back yard. My mom was gone at a parent teacher conference. All the sudden my cousin Cam and his friend showed up at our house to take us to my Aunt Angies house. As we were driving there I knew something was wrong. I was holding my little brother(he was 18 months at the time) and knowing something was wrong. My siblings and I kept asking questions but no one would Say anything. So finally my mom got there. She brought all of us kids into my aunts room. She had two of my aunts there. They told us that my dad was in a head on collision. At first I just thought he was hurt. But my brother Kimble was sitting next to me starts hitting the bed and saying no not dad not dad. I asked when we could go see him. My mom said we couldn't because he was gone. I was in shock I remember just walking around my aunts house in disbelief.
The next few days were a blur, then came the funeral. There was a viewing and my mom wasn't sure if I should go there and see him. I am so thankful I did because I saw his body and knew he was gone. The funeral was nice and packed. My dad touched a lot of people. People sang songs that I can't remember. I remember walking out for awhile. All the cousins and my siblings sang my dads favorite song called Called to Serve.
We then went to the grave yard and it was so wet and muddy. I just kept thinking it was raining because my dad was weeping in heaven for us. He was a great man and I miss him. I know I will see him again and I am thankful for the sealings.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
So I was born Jan 20th 1983, in Portland Oregon. I was a unexpected pleasant surprise. I was born in a hospital and I was 13 days overdue. My mom cried the day she found out that she was pregnant and not for joy. She had already had 3 kids in three years, you will find out more about that as these post go along. I was born with a birthmark on stomach. My mom knew I was hers although over the years I have wondered because I have green eyes and a head full of hair. I was a average size baby almost 8 pds not sure on the inches.
Well first off my name is Brittany Sarah Han ( Han like plan not hawn ) Campbell.
So my mother told me that when she was pregnant with me she heard a little green eyed red head girl named Brittany. She loved the name and that is where my parents got the name Brittany. Sarah is from my maternal and paternal great grandmas. So on my moms side her moms moms name was Sarah and my dads moms moms names was Sarah. I guess they wanted to keep the name in the family. My maiden name was at one point spelled with 2 n but my grandpa I guess had a problem with someone else having the same name so he took one of the N off. Growing up I always had people call me by Hawn and it was annoying to a point I think the most annoying thing about it was that even after we would tell people the right way they would get it wrong. Lets my last name is my married name of course. Growing up I had a few nicknames my mom called my bitsy baby I guess I was pretty small growing up. I was also called britt spit and britt brat wait I am still called Britt bratt.