James Rhoder Osborn, known lovingly as Jim, Jimbo, Ozzie, and POP, passed away peacefully on April 24, 2026, in Irving, Texas, where he had lived since 1961. He has joined his beloved wife, Bonnie, on God's celestial shore—a place where joy shall never end. Our beloved POP's heart is whole again.

Jim was born on February 8, 1941, in Commerce, Oklahoma, to Mable and Roy Osborn. He grew up in a spirited household alongside his devoted siblings—Betty, Ruth, Ed, Carol Jean, Harold, and his late brother Richard. It was the kind of childhood that taught him early that a helping hand was the best kind of prayer. He was a product of 1940s Commerce—a quintessential Bible town where mining grit and Sunday morning hymns stood as the twin pillars of everyday life.

After high school, Jim joined the United States Army and was stationed in Colorado, where he served as a driver for high-ranking officers. He often joked that he had never been in an accident in his life—and had received only one ticket, in his 1962 Ford Mustang. He was proud to have served his country.

Shortly after moving to Irving, Jim went on a blind date and met Bonnie Marie Hopson. They were married just six months later and shared 62 devoted years together. Bonnie was his heart and soul. What they had was more than a marriage, it was a rare and beautiful rollercoaster testament to lifelong devotion.

Together they welcomed their daughter, Jami Regina in 1966 and later their son, John Edward in 1969. Jami was always "Daddy's girl," and Jim often said that "John Boy" was his best friend. He was there for all the moments.

Family was the center of Jim's life. Nearly every weekend was spent at "the farm" with Bonnie's family, where Jim came to regard Edna and Early Hopson as second parents. Many stories were told of his adventures with "EB," especially fishing and hunting in rural Oklahoma. Summers were spent camping in Colorado or traveling back to Commerce for the annual family reunion—a tradition that continues to this day. These gatherings were filled with horseshoes, sleeping on the porch, homemade ice cream, gospel music, fireworks, and cherished trips to Five Mile Creek.

Jim gave many years of faithful service in his career, rising through diligence and merit to become an engineer at GTE in Irving. He earned the respect of his colleagues through the quiet excellence of his work and the trust he inspired in others. In 1995, he took early retirement. That same year, Bonnie began her own career, while Jim devoted his time to playing music, umpiring, and participating in men's softball.

As the family continued to grow, Jim welcomed sons-in-law Jesus and Joe, daughter-in-law Kelly, and eventually a great-grandson, Jameson. The family drama became livelier with each passing year.

Retirement also brought the joy of a new generation. He welcomed his favorite granddaughter Jordan, followed by "the boys" grandsons Joseph, Jackson, and Reese. Jim was the kind of grandfather every child dream of—present, patient (sometimes) and endlessly supportive. He spent countless hours camping, teaching life skills, carpooling, attending games, and cheering on his grandchildren in soccer, baseball, wrestling, softball, and Taekwondo. He and Bonnie never missed a moment. These memories became the foundation of a deep and lasting bond with their beloved "POP."

In later years, Jim and Bonnie remained devoted companions, active in the music groups and taking their well-known road trips—fondly referred to by their children as "Silver Alerts." In 2023, Bonnie passed away and joined her Heavenly Father. There are no words to soften that loss. Jim was never quite the same without her.

In his final years, Jim lived with his daughter as his health declined. Though part of his heart was missing, he found comfort in daily phone calls with his brother Ed and in playing gospel music at informal "jams" with his pickin' buddies.

Jim was preceded in death by his parents, Mable and Roy Osborn; his beloved wife, Bonnie Marie Osborn; and his brother, Richard. He is survived by his siblings, his children, his grandchildren, his great-grandson, his brothers- and sisters-in-law, and many nieces and nephews who knew him simply as "Uncle" or "You Crazy Old Man."

"At the old crossroads of life, he chose the path of faith—and it has led him home."