September 30, 1980 – March 24, 2018
Dameon Thompson, age 37, of Los Angeles, California passed away on Saturday March 24, 2018. Dameon was born September 30, 1980 in Columbus, Ohio.
Dameon was a musician for 25 years.
Dameon is survived by his mother Julianne Brink, brother Dennis Thompson and his wife Victoria. Dameon is also survived by brother Christopher Thompson and his wife Lisa.
A Memorial Service for Dameon will be held Sunday, April 8, 2018 at 2:00 PM at Tinkler Funeral Chapel & Crematory, 475 North Broadway Street, Fresno, California.
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.tinklerfuneralchapel.com for the Thompson family.
- Julianne Brink, Mother
- Dennis Thompson, Brother
- Victoria Thompson, Sister-in-law
- Christopher Thompson, Brother
- Lisa Thompson, Sister-in-law
- Memorial Service Sunday, April 8, 2018
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April 11, 2018
Dameon, you were the first person to have impacted my life in the deepest sense. You’ve shown me what it’s like to live life emotionally and compassionately. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you these past couple years. I want you to know that I never stopped thinking about you. And I never will. I love you more than you could ever know.
You were always the outsider. And for whatever reason, I feel compelled to make one last effort to try to help people understand who you were. It’s weird because, I was going through our old songs and came across this crummy record from 2004. The lyrics eerily resonated with what I’m going thru right now.
“You say you have a plan to dig me up and make the world understand the things that once were alive could be again.”
I want people to understand how I saw Dameon through my eyes. I have so much admiration for him. The depth of his heart, his profound analysis of life and music. These are the things that made him so relatable, yet also made him feel like an outsider. But he surrounded himself with outsiders.
By allowing a certain group of people to see him for the way he was, it made them not feel like an outcast. It made us feel loved and accepted. And in turn HE felt loved and accepted. I’ll continue to feel that because I have that memory. And he’ll never really be gone because we’ll always have that of him.
My best friend in this life and the next. I love you so much, Dameon.
April 11, 2018
Here is the eulogy I read at his memorial. There are some memories included throughout, but I'll definitely add more in a later post...
In high school, Dameon was a weirdo. He wore dumb band shirts. Had an awkward haircut. Said goofy things to girls. He was a total outsider. But I was all of those things as well. So naturally, we became friends.
But Dameon was my best friend. We understood each other on a deep level, which is why we were great collaborators -our old band being the most notable one. We had the same taste in music, movies, and art; same sense of humor; all the same goals in life. We did everything together. He was a sensitive, genuine person who felt feelings so deep. He was a deep thinker. Which is probably why he was so easy to talk to. He was so sensitive that even our friends used to joke about it. But we’d only laugh until something came up in our own lives that we couldn’t handle. And naturally, we’d turn to Dameon when we needed help talking about the “real” stuff.
These last two weeks have been the “realest” I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been feeling a whirlwind of emotions, as I’m sure everyone here has too. Feelings of deep sadness from losing a best friend; frustration and regret for not being able to do more to help; relief that he’s no longer in pain; happiness remembering how much of an impact he’s had on my life and the lives of all of us here today. All the “real deep” emotional stuff that I’d normally turn to Dameon for advice.
I know he was that person for a lot of us. Now where do we turn? Who do we talk to? How should we feel? I’m not sure.
I try and think about what Dameon would say if he were here. I have a feeling he wouldn’t want us to mourn a loss. He would be okay with things just as they were. I’d like to think he was well aware that he was loved by his friends and family. I think he would be moved to see how many people were here to remember him.
April 9, 2018
I have alot of memories from our child hood but the weirdest I have was the first time I slept over his house. It was the first time I ever slept with music blaring. That's why I think I have to sleep with the TV on. He was my first friend when I moved to Fresno. We had Ms Smoots class together I believe. We Both loved comics. I didn't have a musical bone in my body but Dameon had enough for all of us. I loved the big guy. He introduced me to heavy music. I wish we had kept in touch sand remained close but life happened. I miss him and love him and look forward to seeing him again in heaven. I will make sure everyone I know in music and all my friends from around the country hear his music.