THOMSON, Fredrick
Posted: September 22nd, 2026
FREDRICK GLENN THOMSON March 8, 1960 – September 17, 2026 Fredrick Glenn Thomson passed away on September 17, 2026, surrounded by loved ones.
Fred was a husband, father, grandfather, friend and mentor, but those words alone hardly contain the life he lived. He was truly larger than life.
He loved the mountains, horses, wild places and wild things, and he built a life around them. He spent his life in country most people will never see, doing things most people will only ever read about. He lived hard, loved deeply, collected more stories than could ever be told, and somehow fit a thousand lifetimes into sixty-six years.
The measure of Fred was never only where he had been or what he had done. It was the people he took with him. He taught by taking you along. A horse beneath you, a mountain ahead of you, a long day behind you, and somewhere along the way a lesson had been passed from the old man to the boy without anyone needing to say so.
Fred leaves behind his wife, Beverly; his son, Ben Thomson and his wife Rebecca, and their children Ella, Hunter and Luke; and his daughter, Melissa Beck and her husband Cole, and their children Teddy and McKinley.
He was gone far too soon, but Fred did not leave much life unlived.
He will be missed beyond words, remembered in countless stories, and carried forward by the family and friends who were fortunate enough to share the trail with him.
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Fred was a Man for the mountains.
My sincere condolences to Bev and Ben and the rest of the family.
Fred left some big tracks on the high places.
Growing up Fred was many things to me. First, Mr Thomson many years later it was Fred and we finally we settled on “Slick”. Through those years he was my employer, my mentor, in many ways my hero but in the end we settled on being buddies. Fred helped shape my life in so many ways that it would be hard to imagine who I would be not having him in it.
The many years I spent at the shop are filled with memories I will cherish always. He was there for my first hunt, my first harvest and everything in between. His passion for hockey and the outdoors was entirely contagious and I will never be able to hear a song by Don Williams, “Neil” or the Eagles without thinking of him ever again.
Thank you Slick, for everything you did for me. Your wisdom, toughness and kindness lives with me everyday.
To the Thomson’s, my heart aches for you in your loss. Rest easy knowing that he will be missed, he will mourned but more importantly he will honoured.