Jane Thompson
October 17, 1951 - March 3, 2023
"Jane Thompson was a devoted mother, lifelong teacher, and passionate lover of literature. A Denver native, she spent over three decades inspiring high school students with her warm encouragement and deep appreciation for the written word. An avid reader, she often lost herself in the ballads of Donovan—“Catch the Wind” being her steadfast comfort. A practicing Presbyterian, Jane cherished quiet walks through her city’s parks before treating herself to a hearty plate of spaghetti. Ever in her signature blue sweaters, her kindness, wisdom, and gentle humor left a lasting impression on everyone fortunate enough to know her."
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Cause of Death
Jane Thompson passed away in the spring of 2023 while visiting Santa Fe, New Mexico. During a morning walk through the historic district, she was caught in an unexpected accident when a construction scaffold collapsed nearby. It was sudden. Earlier that day, she’d wandered through local shops, chatted with a vendor about handmade jewelry, and stopped for coffee at a quiet corner café—just the kind of day she enjoyed.
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Presbyterian – Jane’s faith was quiet and steady. It shaped the way she lived: patient, thoughtful, and grounded. She attended Silverpine Presbyterian Church for years, drawn to its small community and sense of peace. Jane believed deeply in treating everyone with dignity and compassion. She stood for kindness, even when it meant going against the grain, and carried those values into every corner of her life.
Favorite Food
Chicken Pot Pie – Warm, flaky, and familiar. Jane loved a good chicken pot pie, especially when the crust was golden and the filling extra peppery. It reminded her of Sunday dinners growing up and quiet evenings when all she needed was something hearty and homemade.
Favorite Movie
Blank Check (1994) – This was one of Jane’s comfort watches. She found it hilarious and oddly charming, and it always reminded her of the kind of wild daydreams kids come up with. It wasn’t a masterpiece—but that was part of the appeal. She liked what she liked, and this one stuck.