JASON GREY LEWIS

DACANO, Colo. — It is with heavy hearts and deep sorrow that we announce the passing of Jason Grey Lewis, who left us far too soon at the age of 58. Jason died unexpectedly at home in the state where he spent the second half of his life — Colorado — a place he cherished deeply, leaving behind memories as enduring as the mountains he loved to climb and the rivers he loved to fish.

Born in Middlebury, Vt., in 1966, Jason was the youngest of four siblings and is survived by his beloved brother and sister trio: Laura Brockett, John Lewis, and Doug Lewis. He was raised with deep New England roots and spent the first half of his life in Vermont, where his love for nature, movement, and craftsmanship took shape. He graduated from Vermont Academy and later the University of Vermont, where he once dreamt of chasing soccer balls across grassy fields or spending nights behind a drum kit, laying down rhythm with friends.

Jason was never one to be boxed into a single title. He was an expert skier, an adventurous mountaineer, a talented drummer, a soulful fly fisherman, a gifted home cook, and a craftsman whose hands brought beauty and precision to everything he touched. He built a successful stucco and plaster business in Colorado through word of mouth alone — a testament to the trust, perfectionism, and pride he brought to every job. If Jason left a site, it was spotless, seamless, and undeniably “his.”

His weekends were rarely idle. Whether it was a tile project or fixing up another corner of the home he poured his heart into in Boulder. Jason could always be found with a toolbelt slung low and a smile half-hidden behind a layer of plaster dust. He believed in improving what was around him — and did so with a mix of artistic instinct and tireless labor.

Summers in Jason’s youth were often spent deep in the La Vérendrye Wildlife Reserve of Quebec, paddling and portaging remote lakes with a close-knit group of childhood friends and their families. Days were filled with canoeing under wide skies, fishing for walleye and pike in quiet coves, and sleeping under the stars. These adventures were more than just tradition — they were formative experiences that cemented bonds, shaped his reverence for the outdoors, and offered early lessons in patience, camaraderie, and the joy of getting your hands dirty.

But more than anything else, Jason’s heartbeat loudest for his son, Russell. Being a father was his greatest joy and proudest role. He poured his wisdom, humor, and adventurous spirit into raising Russell — teaching him not just how to cast a fly or swing a hammer, but how to find light and laughter in the curveballs that life throws.

Jason’s happy place was waist-deep in a cold river, eyes scanning the water for a flicker of movement, fly rod in hand. Whether it was the Battenkill in Vermont or the Cache la Poudre in Colorado, he could spend hours alone in the stillness, perfectly content, chasing the elusive Brown or Rainbow Trout. Those quiet, serene moments spoke to the thoughtful soul beneath his sarcastic humor and beautiful smile.

The holidays brought Jason home or to Maine with his extended family — gatherings full of warmth, laughter, and deep bonds. He was often the life of the party, never taking himself too seriously but always making others feel valued, heard, and entertained.

His sudden departure leaves an immeasurable void. Jason Grey Lewis was the kind of man who left handprints on the souls of those who truly knew him — through friendship, family, fatherhood, or just a shared hike or meal. His absence will echo in the mountains he climbed, the rivers he fished, and the hearts he touched.

Jason, we will carry you with us always.

You may have left us too soon, but you are forever in our hearts.

A celebration of life is planned on Saturday, May 3, in Boulder, Colo.◊