OBITUARY

Richard Allen Bowyer Jr.

October 5, 1954September 10, 2018

Richard Allen Bowyer Jr., 63, of Reynoldsburg, passed away on Monday, September 10, 2018 at his residence. He was born on October 5, 1954 in Hartford CT, a son to the late Richard and Joan (Harrington) Bowyer. Richard is survived by his loving daughter, Jaime (Chris) Swicegood; former wife and friend, Diane Rader; grandchildren, Cayden and Brandon Swicegood; sister, Barbara (Mark) Harrington Cable; niece, Kera LeSure and nephew, William “Billy” O’neil. Honoring the family’s wishes cremation will take place.

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Richard Allen Bowyer Jr.

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Jaime Swicegood

September 14, 2018

.y dad was always good to me. Always made me laugh especially when he made fun of my mom. I remember the motor cycle rides, taking me to the gun range (@ the starting age of 4), times when I would sing with him playing his guitar. He wrote his own music, played the guitar and was a great singer. He was great making fireworks. I honestly dont remember him getting mad at me including when he caught me skipping school in 2nd grade. While mom worked, he took care of me. I'm really going to miss him.

Barbara Cable

September 13, 2018

Last pic of him this past June

Barbara Cable

September 13, 2018

Rick and I grew up in a 1 bedroom apartment with just our mom struggling to support us. But we made our own fun. Our couches had big pillows on the back ( Bolsters?) We used to pretend that we were giant children and the bolsters were rocks. The couches were safe and the floor was lava. We would hit each other with the rocks and see who would fall into the lava first. It was usually me, but sometimes he would let me win. He was sensitive like that. He did have a bit of a temper though. He used to put together model airplanes. They were all over the place. One day I was messing with one of them and broke off a piece. I knew he would be mad, so I blamed it on the cat. He grabbed the cat and threw her towards the wall. The cat was fine, and I was just glad it wasn't me. It was wrong of me of course, but hey, I was only 10 years old. When Rick was 12 years old, he went to Duluth to go to a school for "troubled" children. It ended up being the best time of his life. He was assigned a Big Brother, and was so happy there. We went to visit him one winter and he took us snowmobiling. I'd never seen him so happy. I will always remember those days. Love you Ricky Sticky, your sis Slobby Bobbye.

William O'Neal

September 12, 2018

So many memories. I remember riding a motorcycle with him when I could barely walk, the fun time we had when he made the firework display in the back yard. THOR the big yellow dog! Him and my auntie's favorite thing to do, tickle me till I couldn't stand it anymore. How I loved the way he could play the guitar, man I couldn't get enough. I wish I learned to play. I can't remember a time where he didn't have a smile, or a kind word. Uncle Rick will truly and forever be missed, but never forgotten and always in my heart.

Kera LeSure

September 11, 2018

I remember your house in Minneapolis, just barely. I remember uncle Rick playing the guitar there.
I thought a lot about that summer I spent with you guys in Michigan. He was awesome on the grill. :-) I was pretty boy crazy that summer and I remember being outside one day and a boy invited us to the rec center up the street. So we started heading down the block and just when we thought we were clear uncle Rick's voice came booming out the door, "Jaime, Kera! Get back in here!" Busted... I had such a wonderful summer with you all.

FROM THE FAMILY