Scott Ford, age 55, of Clermont, Florida, passed away unexpectedly on January 13, 2026. He was born on a military base in California and later made Central Florida his home.

Scott was a skilled electrician who worked for many companies over the years before finding a place he truly loved at Jolamar. Though the commute was long, he took pride in his work and the people he worked with. Beyond his profession, Scott was a gifted handyman who generously answered calls from family and friends whenever help was needed.

He attended Clermont High School, where he first met the love of his life, Michelle. Though life took them on separate paths, they reconnected on New Year's Day in 2016 and were married that May, sharing nearly ten years of deep love, partnership, and friendship. Their bond was rare and profound, built on trust, laughter, shared curiosity, and unwavering devotion.

Scott always treasured time spent with his son, Preben, and was immensely proud of the man he had become. He deeply admired Preben's character, work ethic, and the values by which he chose to live his life. Scott respected the loving foundation in which Preben was raised and took great pride in the way he built a successful and commendable career through his own efforts. One of Scott's greatest joys was being part of Preben's wedding to Carly, a moment that meant more to him than words could express. He looked forward to the day he and Michelle might become grandparents, a future he anticipated with joy and hope.

Scott was a passionate fisherman who found peace on the water. His boat was kept at Michelle's parents' home, which allowed him not only to enjoy fishing on the Clermont Chain of Lakes, but also to regularly check in on them, something he did with care and quiet responsibility. He also cherished vacations where he could fish along inlets, intercoastal waterways, and the open ocean.

Scott loved music, not just listening, but learning about the lives of the artists behind it. He and Michelle attended many concerts together and were always looking forward to the next one. He enjoyed thoughtful conversations and reflections on the changing world, always considering how best to protect, strengthen, and prepare for a secure future together.

He also enjoyed occasional trips to the casino and trying his luck at the Elks Club, where he and Michelle were members, simple pleasures he enjoyed with good humor.

Scott adored his rescue dogs, Matt and Sarah, who were deeply attached to him and continue to wait for his return.

Scott is survived by his loving wife, Michelle Ford; his son and daughter-in-law, Preben and Carly Ford; and his extended family and close friends. He was preceded in death by his brother, Clark, and his mother, Marion, who passed almost exactly one year before him.

Scott's sudden passing leaves an immeasurable void in the lives of those who knew and loved him. He was deeply cherished, fiercely missed, and will be remembered for his kindness, loyalty, and the quiet strength with which he lived his life.

The irony ...

A poem, written just for you. Not knowing if I could.

No chat gpt or copying lines. No proper flow or reading like it should.

You worked daily with electricity, knowing the dangers of shock.

That may or may not be, but at those times you didn’t see.

The shock is now to all who knew you.

So sudden and unexpected.

A wonderful man, husband and father

How could this be true?

The irony, comes from that dark night.

They delivered a shock to your heart that was supposed to save your life.

It didn’t, that’s when everything fell apart.

Left in a cold silence as you were taken away.

Filled with regret and guilt for all we didn’t do or say.

Finding comfort knowing there will be arms wide open from your family that went before you and God Almighty you will finally get to see.

We want to be happy for you. It’s so incredibly hard to do, through the crying and tears and severely missing you.

Being thankful with a broken heart for the kind, understanding love you gave. And for the time we had together before our lives were ripped apart.

Not knowing how to say goodbye;

and when it seems like you’re missing,

Through tear filled eyes and denial,

It’s likely you’ve just gone fishing.

                                                            -Michelle Ford