Roman Lucas Oswald, 32, of Fayetteville, Arkansas passed away Sunday, September 24, 2017 in Fayetteville. He was born April 1, 1985 in Fayetteville. Roman was a carpenter by trade and skill, but recently became a fabricator for Dare Devil Display, of Bentonville. Roman enjoyed outdoor activities such as camping, fishing, swimming and playing sports. He was an avid football fan and his favorite team was the Razorbacks. Roman was a kind soul who was always there to help others in need. He cherished spending time with his immediate and extended family. Spending time with his wife Jordon and their sons Andrew and Henry filled him with tremendous pride, joy and love.
He is survived by his wife, Jordon Meyer Oswald; sons, Andrew Roman and Henry Alexander Oswald; mother, Rhonda Oswald; stepfather, Otto Oswald; sister, Rachelle Rutz; brother, Samuel Oswald; and grandparents, Harold and Rosetta Harmon of Fayetteville.
Funeral services will be at 11:00 A.M. Saturday, September 30, 2017 at Beard’s Chapel with Rev. Terry Fortner. Interment will follow in Fairview Memorial Gardens.
The family will receive friends on Saturday, prior to the service from 9-11 A.M. at Beard’s Chapel.
Our family was saddened deeply upon hearing of Roman’s passing. His kind nature and openness was evident when I visited Arkansas and led me to believe that his son (only Andrew at the time) had the best dad in the world. It was also very evident to me that he had a very loving partner in life with Jordon. I will miss him. We all will miss him.
Our collective love and prayers go to Jordon, Andrew and Henry.
Jordan, so sorry to hear of Roman’s passing. Please know that we are praying God’s comfort and peace for you, your boys and your family as you grieve your husband’s passing.
I am so sorry. I cannot imagine your sorrow. You are in my prayers as you continue to grieve. Love, Aunt Donna Huie
For Andrew and Henry, know you will miss your Dad for the rest of your lives. I miss him and I met him only once. I am his Grandmother – your Great Grandmother. I might never meet you, but know you are thought of.