Roy Edward Peterman

Roy Edward Peterman was born to Martin (Pete) and Mildred Peterman in Marshall, Missouri. Soon after, the family moved to Grand Prairie, Texas where he spent his school years; graduating from Grand Prairie High School.

Roy served in the United States Navy, stateside as a Hospital Corpsman, during the Vietnam War. Upon leaving the military, he managed multiple car dealerships across the DFW and East Texas areas until his retirement.

He is survived by his wife, Terri, and his daughters; Cristi and Mark Wileman of Longview, Alecia and Oscar Franco of Waxahachie, and Nieci Peterman of Dallas. He also had three stepsons; Andrew Bakas, Sean Jacobs, and Ryan and Sherri Jacobs all of Arlington. Grandchildren include Carlee, Lane, Kennedy, Bella, Brealon, Mylah and Haylie. Roy had one great-grandson, Nash, and a great-granddaughter, Collins, on the way. He is also survived by his brother, Micheal and Janice Peterman and his sister Mary Ann Peterman, as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

He is preceded in death by his parents Pete and Mildred Peterman, wife Brenda Peterman, and son Dallas.

Our dad lived a life that has given us plenty of stories to tell. Some of those, I'm still learning, aren't necessarily the whole truth, but I can say that and smile because those who knew him knew he was the consummate story teller - anything to make you laugh- true or embellished (just a tad). Every anecdote, in our eyes, made him the most interesting man alive. In fact, I'd bet that if you had the chance to ask him, he would say that they tried to hire him to be that guy in the commercials, but he turned them down due to prior commitments. One more fact: Dad was the epitome of the handsomely cool 70's, 80's and 90's man. Seriously. Google it. If you can't find it, it's probably because Google is offline; not because any of this is untrue. He also taught us to always back up our stories with concrete proof (and by "concrete" he actually meant "pliable").

Second to storytelling was his love of the outdoors! According to his own account, he realized as a child that he preferred running to walking everywhere he could. This led to his love of sports- playing baseball, winning tennis and racquetball tournaments, and riding ATVs. He also loved the lake and boating and continued to play golf with his wife Terri as long as he could. Dad even coached a co-ed softball team called The Achy Breaky Hearts and, though he often objected to the name and got ejected from a game or two, his team always made it into the top slots. He also spent much of his younger years riding and racing motorcycles. Though sports also came second to his family, that didn't stop him from trying to combine the two by coaching our T-ball teams or buying each of us our own ATV and taking us to Muenster to ride with him. If we wanted to try something new, he'd buy everything associated with that thing so we could be successful at it. Even with his crazy "salesmen's hours", he made it to every event in which we ever participated.

Our father set the precedence for all that followed, so today, our world seems a little quieter, a little less bright, and a lot less funny. While we know in our hearts that he is now rejoicing in the presence of God healed and whole again, our hearts are breaking. Our faith remains in God, as did his, and that is where we find solace. We hope you all will too.

Services will be held at the Dallas Fort Worth National Cemetery, Wednesday, March 16, 2022 at 3:00 pm.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.grandprairiefh.com for the Peterman family.