Christine Campbell McCorkle

Christine was born on November 6, 1951 in Bryan, TX, to Ernest Edwin Campbell, Sr. and Bess Tate Campbell.

Christine graduated from Somerville High School in 1970 and went on to earn a Bachelors degree in Physical Education from Texas A&M University in 1974 and later earned a Masters in Special Education from Prairie View A&M University. She started her career as a teacher of special education and went on to work for Brenham, CyFair, Caldwell and Somerville Public School systems for 29 years.

Christine was married to Barney McCorkle on April 21, 2000 in Somerville, Texas.

Christine is survived by Don & Jessica Dickenson - son and daughter-in-law of Iola, Texas, Ron Dickenson & Eddie Riffo - son and son-in-law of Malmö Sweden, Robert & April McCorkle - son and daughter-in-law of Burton, Texas, Kayelynn & T.J. Morris - daughter and son-in-law of Houston, Texas, her two brothers Ernest Edwin Jr. & Gloria Campbell of El Campo, Texas and Jack Stamps, Sr. & Angie Campbell of Zavalla, Texas, six grandchildren Mikaela Dickenson, Jordyn Dickenson, Logan Wooten, Luke McCorkle, Trey Morris and Mykal Morris, numerous nephews and a niece.

Christine is preceded in death by her husband Barney McCorkle and parents Ernest Edwin Campbell, Sr. and Bess Tate Campbell.

Heaven received an angel today. As we prepare to say our final goodbye, we are slowly processing all of our emotions. We feel an emptiness inside. A loneliness in the finality of it all. But we remember. Mom was a woman of great strength whether on horseback or in a classroom, playing softball or coaching volleyball. A proud Texas A&M graduate and scholar. A huge heart holding those with the most special needs closest, she made the world a better place. She was the best on the dance floor and the fastest on the highway. We are sure a few road signs were paid off by her speeding tickets over the years. She was unwavering in her unconditional love for her children and would go to any lengths to help them, fight for them, teach them and comfort them. She taught them independence with tough love. How to be courageous by her example. Acceptance. She showed them how to love and care for all creatures. She was opinionated and stubborn but always willing to listen to what others had to say. She was a daddy's girl who loved her mamma deeply. Family first. Be damned the one who got in the way.

The last few years were especially tough for her but she fought on, defying the odds (and often the doctors). Ultimately, her body could not keep up with her spirit. It's comforting to know she is no longer limited in what she can say or do. She is free to do as she wishes and is no longer dependent on someone taking her on that ride around town.

It is said that one can never be prepared to lose a mother. That is very true. Our collective hearts hurt and will hurt for a long time. But knowing she has earned her wings after all the fights she fought for herself and others helps to ease the pain.

Fly high, mamma! Reunited at last with all those you have missed so terribly over the years. Fly high! We love you!