Jeffery Allen Norsworthy

Private family services will be held for Jeffery Norsworthy. Pedersen Funeral Home in Morris is in care of the arrangements for Jeff.

Jeffery (Jeff) Allen Norsworthy 65, left this world for the body shop in the sky January 26, 2026 in the arms of his wife Becky (Bossie) Norsworthy in their home in Morris Minnesota.

Born on March 22, 1960 in Presque Isle, Maine. Growing up with three siblings – Randy (Robin) and Peter Norsworthy, and Linda Mastro (Tom); Jeff graduated from Presque Isle High School in 1978, shortly before marrying Becky on September 15th, at Bethany Baptist Church. Dad had a long career in the automotive industry, both doing (amazing) body work, and selling cars, trucks, and RVs. Managing a car dealership in Maine, owning a body shop in downtown Tucson, Arizona with his "brother from another mother" Mike Wolf.

He was predeceased by his mother, Thresa. Survived by his father Darrel; brothers, sister and their families; wife, Becky; their three children, (Chris, Jeremy, and Melissa); ten grandchildren, Alex Jeremy, Tylor James, Jeremy Cole, Ryan Paul, Annabelle Dylane, Jake Andrew, Adrian Gabriel, Avery Grace, Aryah Denise, and Jackson Jeffery; and two great-grandchildren, Octavia, and Onalee – Alex's daughters.

Jeff was the life of the party every weekend, the Norsworthy home was THE home to be at if you wanted to have a wonderful time. As soon as that old stereo started playing REO Speedwagon, or Guns & Roses there was sure to be drinks poured, and dances & laughs to be had. Jeff was nothing short of proud of each one of his children and grandchildren. Even his “adopted” children like Joel Brahim, Nate Burns, Justin Beckwith, Drew Dyer, Chris Ouelette, Lindsey Wakefield, and Shelby Gutierrez. Our family has had plenty of struggles but with the help of spouses like Myriah (Chris), Andrew (Melissa), and Brandy (Jeremy) we have made it through the worst of storms.

His memory will live forever through the countless stories, and his 1998 GMC Sierra (GG). Dad was the epitome of strength, and stubbornness. He defined love without condition. Like Luke Combs wrote in a relatively new song “I remember him ten feet tall, and bulletproof. Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots. A whistle and the dogs start running, a whisper and Mama starts blushing. A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other. God couldn’t make a man any tougher. And that “S” on his chest is starting to fade; but I’ll always remember him that way.” Until we meet again, we love you to the moon and back.