Jason Robert Charles Bozzard

Name: Jason Bozzard

Age: 47

Roles: Devoted husband, proud father, cherished son, loyal friend, and trucker with a heart as big as the open road.

A Life Full of Motion, Meaning, and Mischief

He lived like he drove — with purpose, a loud laugh, and a seatbelt often unbuckled for the sake of a good story.  He loved the open road in his semi, the hush of a lake at dawn, and the warm mess of a family kitchen after a long day.  He waited out bites on the water and tracked the woods with patient joy.  He played video games with the same competitive grin he brought to backyard matchups and Sunday sports talk.  He cheered for hockey and baseball with the passion of a season-ticket holder and the commentary of a man who had an opinion on every play.  He was never one to sit still for long.  Whether behind the wheel of a semi truck, casting a line into still waters, or tracking through the woods with quiet reverence, he found peace in movement and joy in the journey.  He had a soft spot for wearing unapologetically inappropriate or ironic T‑shirts because he believed life was too short not to make people grin.

Family First Always

He lived for his family and made their happiness his single, steady aim.  He is deeply missed by his loving wife, Rianne his daughter, Sierra and his special son Mason.  He is also mourned by his mother, Patricia, his father, Wayne, and his stepmother, Patti and by many others who called him friend.  His family was the compass he followed, and every choice he made pointed back to them.  Everything he did had one simple aim: to see his family happy.  He never missed a daughter’s hockey game, showing up in that way only he could — loud, proud, and probably wearing a shirt that made the other parents do a double take.  After recent shoulder surgeries he became the household MVP, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and earning the unofficial title of Molly Maid, ha ha.  He worked hard all his life and gave everything to his family and his work.

A Voice for the Middle Class Worker

He cared as fiercely about his fellow workers as he did about his own family.  He kept a sharp interest in politics and stood up for the middle class with the steady conviction of someone who knew sweat equity.  He argued for fairness, showed up when it mattered, and expected honesty and hard work in return.

Humor, Heart, and Unforgettable T-Shirts

He was funny in a way that made strangers feel like old friends.  He loved wearing outrageously ironic T-shirts and could make a quiet room erupt with laughter just by walking in.  He was caring in every practical way, and he loved with everything he had.  People left conversations with him lighter, smiling, and a story to tell.

How to Remember Him

Remember him in the small things he loved: the rumble of a rig, the crack of a hockey stick, the quiet of a lake, and a TV glowing with late-night gaming.  Remember someone who cooked a mean supper, folded laundry with the precision of a coach lining up a play and argued for the underdog.  Wear a ridiculous T-shirt, tell a ridiculous joke, go to a game, and put family first.  He would have laughed, approved, and immediately told you to pass the joint.  Carry forward his insistence that that a life lived for others is a life well lived.

Personality and Legacy

He was funny in a way that made strangers feel like longtime friends, caring in a way that made people feel seen, and wholehearted in everything he did.  He left an impression on everyone he met — quick with a joke, slow to judge, and always ready to help.  He taught us that happiness isn’t something you chase — it’s something you build, one moment at a time, with the people you love.  The measure of him will be found in the laughter he started, the kindness he gave, and the quiet ways he made his family whole.  He carried everyone he loved with him in the passenger seat of his life — through winding highways, quiet lakesides, and laughter-filled living rooms.  He drove hard, laughed loud, and loved without reserve.  His absence leaves a silence that echoes in every space he once filled.

Arrangements

Details about services and memorials will be shared by the family when appropriate.  For now, his family asks that those who knew him hold his memory close and honor him by sharing a story, a laugh, or a quiet moment with someone they love.

Donations in lieu of flowers will go towards Sierra’s university education and can be sent to the Luseland Credit Union.

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