Jason Langetieg

MONONA – Jason Frederick Langetieg, age 33, died at home, unexpectedly, on Saturday, Jan. 18, 2003. He was born on Aug. 19, 1969, in Madison, the son of Fred and Jackie (Wheeler) Langetieg. Jason was preceded in death by his grandparents, Sadie and Sigurd Langetieg, and Jack Wheeler and Beatrice Gall. Jason leaves behind his parents, Jackie and Fred Langetieg; his brother, Eric Alver; close friends, Mark Hokenstad and Mark Berry; aunts, uncles, many cousins, and many more people who called him friend. Jason attended Monona Grove High School. Jason was an expert cement finisher and worked for Dairyland Concrete with his father as well as with other companies installing driveways, garage slabs and patios in the Madison area. Jason loved animals; Jason also worked at the City Wide Pet Clinic on Monona Drive with Esther and Deb. He was dedicated to body building and weight lifting and in years past had been a power lifter. Jason loved heavy metal and hard rock music. He was always there to help out family and friends, and was an eager cat sitter for Tina Turner. He will be remembered for his quiet and generous spirit. Along with his grandparents and friends who have gone, his Alaskan Malamute, Wolf, and cats, Sigurd and Jackson, will no doubt be in his welcoming party on this new journey. There will be a brief service and celebration of life on Friday, Jan. 31, 2003, with visitation at 10:30 a.m. and the service at 11 a.m. at LAKE EDGE UNITED CHURCH OF CHRIST, 4200 Buckeye Road, Madison. The family asks that in lieu of flowers, a donation in Jason’s name be sent to the Emergency Clinic for Animals, Wildlife Rehabilitation Fund, 229 W. Beltline Highway, Madison, WI 53713. Cards can be sent to the Jason Langetieg family, 6216 Bridge Road, Monona, WI 53716. Jason stands on the hood of his first pickup arms outstretched, his world captured in a smooth skin of film. The sky was that clear blue of fall one cirrus cloud lying just out of reach. No hint of coming winter- unless you’re steeped in inevitability. His friend was missing from the frame he took the picture. What is that old superstition about how the camera steals the soul.