Scott Allan Johnson

Scott Allan Johnson, beloved husband, father, Papa, son, brother, and friend, passed away at the Yorkton Regional Health Centre on May 6, 2026, at the young age of 51 with his wife by his side.

Scott was born on October 7, 1974, in Yorkton, Saskatchewan, to Evelyn (Dutchek) and Allan Johnson, arriving on their eighth wedding anniversary. What a precious gift from the very beginning.

Esterhazy was always home to Scott. He grew up there and attended both elementary and high school in the community. In 1994, at the age of 20, Scott welcomed his first daughter, Kelsey, with Rachelle Henderson. Life later brought Scott to Crystal, the love of his life. Together they welcomed their daughter Hayley in 1998, and in 2004 completed their family with the arrival of Daihja-Lyn.

Scott was truly a jack of all trades. There was very little he couldn’t do - or wouldn’t try. Over the years, he worked in many roles and took pride in every job he did. For the past 19 years, Scott worked at Mosaic, most recently as a hoist operator, where he was respected for his strong work ethic and dedication.

Scott made friends wherever he went. There weren’t many people he didn’t know, and because he knew everyone, a quick trip to the store could easily turn into an hour. He always had time to stop and talk with anyone who crossed his path.
Scott loved his friends and cherished the memories he made with them: building his home with Tim; butchering pigs with Darwin and Chanse; spending countless hours fishing on the boat with Jay; annual hunting trips with Greg; getting into some kind of shenanigans with Jason ; and barbecuing with Chad. He also enjoyed catching up with Curtis and his family, going for coffee at Lance’s shop, and his many phone calls with Barb and Gary.
And, of course, there were his daily talks with Darwin, who was not only his best friend, but someone who stood beside him through every hospital stay Scott faced.

As much as Scott loved his friends, his greatest joy was always his family.

Scott and Crystal spent 29 years together. They were each other’s safe place. One of their favourite things to do was go for drives in the country, holding hands and watching for wildlife. These drives would sometimes last for hours, and Scott would always say, “Let’s take the long way home.”
Scott was the kind of husband who always made time for his wife, whether it was dancing in the kitchen or simply sitting hand in hand. They shared the kind of love their daughters admired deeply. They loved each other so much. Scott often comforted Crystal during his illness because he knew how worried she was. They cried together and prayed for a cure.

Scott was an incredibly proud dad. He loved hearing people compliment his daughters. He was also a patient man, living in a house full of girls.
He often referred to his girls as his “little lambs,” just as his grandma had once called him. He was proud of their work ethic and loved that they inherited his sense of humour -along with his ever-unique vocabulary. (Just ask one of the girls to do an impression of their dad… although we probably can’t do that here.)

Scott laughed hard with his girls often until he cried. He could never decide who was the funniest because they all shared the same warped sense of humour. Scott was known for his humour. He could make anything funny, and he passed that gift on to his girls.
When Scott became sick, Hayley and Daihja rarely left his side, often sleeping beside him at the hospital or drinking Dr. Peppers and eating beef jerky. Scott took great comfort knowing he was never alone in the hospital. Crystal, the girls and his mom were always there.

As much as he loved being a dad, becoming a Papa changed his whole world.
Sloane and Sutton got to experience the very best of Papa Scott every year. He affectionately called them “the sisters” and loved hearing their stories and watching them play. He often wished he lived closer to them.
Olen was the one who got to experience Papa Scott every day. Together they went on hunting adventures, often coming home to tell Grandma they had shot 6 bucks, 14 elk, 10 coyotes, 2 pigs, and 40 foxes. Clearly, Papa Scott taught Olen how to tell a good story.
Scott would sit Olen on his lap and let him steer the old truck while they blasted “Copperhead Road.” Olen loved his Papa and wanted to be just like him- even if that meant butchering his stuffed animals like Papa did in the butcher shop or carrying a pack of Popeye cigarettes in his pocket.
They flew kites, rode quads, and watched “Old 3 Toes” on TV together. Scott attended all of Olen’s sports and cheered him on proudly. Around Olen, Scott softened in the way grandpas often do. Hayley would joke that suddenly Scott had money for McDonald’s, dirt bikes, and chocolate bars. But that was Scott - anything for his boy. Maybe it came from having so many girls first.

Scott also shared a close bond with his mom. Crystal would often tease him about being a “mama’s boy,” to which Scott would simply reply, “So?” He affectionately referred to her as “The Mother” when talking with his sister, Carrie. Scott never liked when it was Carrie’s turn to have “The Mother,” and he always wanted to know when she was coming home. Whenever Evelyn returned from being away, Scott couldn’t wait to fire up the barbecue, cook her a meal, and send her home with leftovers.

Scott loved to hunt and fish, and often said he found God in a boat on a peaceful day when the water was like glass and the fish were jumping.
He also loved to cook. If you went over to Scott and Crystal’s, you were guaranteed to eat well. As Scott would say, “If you go home hungry, it’s your own darn fault.” He took great pride in his cooking and his ability to make anything taste good. Scott loved animals and most always has a dog in the house to love.

There will never be another Scotty J. He has left a hole in our hearts and community.

Scott is survived by his loving wife of 29 years, Crystal; his daughters, Hayley, Daihja-Lyn, and Kelsey; and his cherished grandchildren, Sloane, Olen, and Sutton. He is also survived by his mother, Evelyn; his sister, Carrie (Arlan), and their children Sam, Ben, and Carlee; his sister-in-law, Stephanie (Chris) Rakochy and their children Finn & Jordyn and Catlin Flegel (Brooklynn, Noah, Miyah)

Scott was predeceased by his father, Allan Johnson; his grandparents, Sam & Elva Johnson and John & Margaret Dutchek; his mother-in-law, Valerie Flegel; and Grandma Rose Flegel and his old dog, Rosie.