Wayne Armstrong, 68, of Roswell, NM, passed away peacefully on Sunday, January 21, 2018 at his home. Born in Farmington, NM to Harold and Wynon Armstrong he lived most of his life in Roswell, NM.
Wayne graduated from Quemado High School in 1968. He attended New Mexico State University before enlisting in the Navy as a Seabee in 1970. Wayne traveled the rodeo circuit riding bulls and bareback broncs. Wayne was an airplane and helicopter pilot, cowboy, and ranch foreman at the O-bar-O ranch in Carrizozo, NM for 5 years. Wayne moved to Roswell, NM and was employed as a Finish Blade Operator with Armstrong Construction for over two decades. He enjoyed his work as he always said, “I get to play in the dirt all day.” He was an avid hunter and life member of the NRA. Wayne spent all of his free time hunting, fishing, camping, shooting, or enjoying the high country. He also enjoyed reloading, collecting guns and knives, watching old westerns and anything about American history. Wayne was always there to help friends and family. He loved his children, his family and especially his dogs!
Wayne is survived by his two children: Nolan Armstrong and his wife JoLee of Capitan, NM; Dara (Armstrong) Jackson and her husband Matthew Jackson of Midland, TX; three brothers: Leslie Armstrong and his wife Glenda of Ft. Sumner, NM, Marty Armstrong and his wife Michaela of Roswell, NM, Chet Armstrong and his wife Todie of Hagerman, NM, and several nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents, Harold and Wynon Armstrong.
A celebration of life service will be held at 1:00 PM, Saturday, January 27, 2018 at the Angus Church of the Nazarene, 103 Bonita Park Rd, Angus, NM with Reed Wheeler officiating.
Serving as honorary pallbearers Leslie Armstrong, Marty Armstrong, Chet Armstrong, Deacon Jones, Chris Hefner, Jarrett Allensworth, Rodney Armstrong and Clifford Armstrong.
Arrangements have been entrusted to Ballard Funeral Home and Crematory. An online registry can be accessed at www.ballardfuneralhome.com.
Even with our progress some things stay the same. Cattle still need brandin. There are horses yet to tame.
Cowboys will always ride. They’ll head, heel, and haze. Making lasting memories, these are their “good old days.”
As the lonesome sun is setting on our last sky of blue, I’ll think back on good times and friends who helped make dreams come true.
The only favor I would ask before I’m called away, is let me be a cowboy again for one more day.