Obituary of Preston Thompson

Age 78 of Bedford, died on March 9, 2022, at home. Born in Limavady, Northern Ireland, he was the son of John Thompson and Sarah (Fulton) Thompson. On March 9, 2022, Preston slipped the final mooring line. He leaves his ever-loving soulmate and spouse of over 55 years, Joan (Purcell) Thompson and their three precious children, Julie, Bruce (Sadie), and Heather (Jamie) Goodsell. Along with his five individually talented grandchildren, Ruby, Eamon, Enid, Mya, and Thea; brother, Warren (Rebecca) Thompson. He was predeceased by his parents as well as his daughter, Sarah Thompson. Stubborn, frugal, and inventive by nature. Preston meticulously built three family homes, each incorporating the latest construction technology. A lover of the sea since an early age, Nova Scotia was a perfect cruising ground, many happy years were spent with family cruising along the coast of Nova Scotia. In later years, he rekindled his love of little British cars, MG’s and was nearly finished restoring his 1951 MG TD. Preston was a social studies, geography, and sociology teacher with the HRSB for 27 years. He was a teacher both inside and outside of the classroom. Forever seeking knowledge, he was naturally curious, and enthusiastic about learning and sharing. He always put his family first, an exceptional dad consistently involved, patient, showed unconditional love, provided guidance, perpetually made time to lend an ear, took us on the most fabulous adventures, encouraged and supported us to be our authentic selves as we navigated through life. Always there to lend a hand or share many stories with friends, family, and a stranger or two. He had an incredible sense of humour and was always there to share a laugh. He will be deeply missed by all his family and friends. There will be no service by Preston’s request, donations can be made to the Red Cross. “I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; All I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over”