04/03/2026
Enoch Thompson
Enoch Sean Thompson
January 1, 1978 - March 31, 2026
My husband was a very complex, but simple man. We would have celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary this May. He came into this world with a bang on January 1st and left for a better one the day before April Fool's Day. He had five siblings, and he always felt like the black sheep because he had a mind of his own, instead of following someone else's. But he loved his parents and brothers and sisters deeply. And no matter if there was a disagreement, if any of them needed anything, he would be there in a heartbeat. In college, I had to steal the ball away from him during a pick-up soccer game at the park (and score a goal) to get his attention. But once I got it, we were married less than a year later. We were blessed with four children in this life that we shared, and so far, three grandchildren. The struggles have been real and constant, but he loved this life and living in McNeal, and he reminded me every day how thankful he was that we could purchase my late grandfather's property. His autistic brain was constantly overworked and overburdened while living in the city but found an instant and tangible peace living in the country.
We had so many plans for our new homestead. Over the last two years we have dabbled in pigs, goats, chickens, and growing things, incorporating these learning opportunities into our youngest two children's homeschool experience. But things happened, and continued to happen, and what was most important always won out. Eventually we will put on that new roof and rebuild the well house. Today our family is fed and housed and happy, including the new puppies on the back porch. My husband loved life, even though he was often in pain (debilitating cluster headaches), and was constantly learning, sharing his talents with others, and reminding me to slow down and enjoy the journey. He met me with a kiss and "welcome home" every day at the gate as I came home from work. Oh, how I will miss seeing his smiling face when I get home. My heart hurts with this new hole in my life.
He had this way of knowing who was marginalized or downtrodden and connected with them. He was quiet about it, but he would sense a need and find a way to touch their hearts and their lives if they would let him. But experience also taught him to protect himself and his family fiercely, as he read people with the skill of an FBI profiler. He was the most spiritual, down to earth, no-nonsense man I knew, and I loved him for his spirit, his heart, his courage and his strength. I loved him for standing up for those who didn't have a voice. I loved him for how he made me feel special, calling me, "gorgeous" and telling me he loved me often. I loved him for tucking our children in at night and for recognizing that a person needing love was more important than a problem needing solved, especially as he struggled to meet his own sensory processing needs and that autistic need for consistency and routine. He was my walking encyclopedia and fixer of everything. He was a jokester, a lover, an artist, a listener, a philosopher, a scientist, a machinist, a photographer, a woodworker, an inventor, an author, and a singer. Oh, how I loved to harmonize with him. He had the voice of an angel. He gave so much and lived so fully. I will struggle trying to find my place in life without him. But I know our separation is temporary, as the Easter season reminds us of that hope.
He loved me and our family more than anything, and watching sunsets, and sitting on the back porch in the cool weather and playing with our children and grandchildren. And cherries. And eclairs. And his new used truck project. And ice water. And when people "got" him without him having to mask his autistic tendencies. He experienced many difficult trials throughout his life, which brought him closer to those he loved, amplified his appreciation for "the little things," and increased his faith in Jesus Christ. We have seen so many miracles and answered prayers along the way. He has joined our two daughters who never took a breath outside my womb.
Those who will have to wait a time until they see him again include his wife Michelle, his children Enoch Maxamillion (27), Alexander (25), Eli (15) and Charlotte (8), his grandchildren James (5), Lluvia (14-months) and Ruby (3-months), his parents, Gary and Charlotte Thompson, his siblings Laura Bowler, Alan Thompson, Sarah Hecht, Seth Thompson, Adam Thompson, and his dog, Amos.
God be with you 'til we meet again, where I expect those gray-blue eyes, a kiss, that big smile, and a "welcome home" at the gate.
Funeral Services will be held Saturday April 11, 2026, at 3pm at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, 10539 US-191, Elfrida, AZ 85610.
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