Charles Henry "Chuck" Oswald

Charles Henry “Moose” Oswald, 72, of Casper, Wyoming, passed away February 20, 2026.

Charles was born in Zilwaukee, Michigan, and raised in Saginaw, Michigan, to Henry Oswald and Ruth M. Oswald (Lackey), both of whom preceded him in death. He was also preceded in death by his brother, James H. Oswald of Saginaw, Michigan, and his late wife, Jane M. Oswald.

He attended Arthur Hill Technical High School in Saginaw, Michigan. He later earned his Real Estate License for the State of Michigan and worked as a Realtor. Over the course of his life, he worked in many different fields, most notably as a laboratory technician for Michigan Sugar Company and later as State Program Director for Experience Works of Wyoming, where he dedicated himself to helping others and serving his community.

Known affectionately as “Moose,” Charles had a strong presence and a generous spirit. He loved hunting whitetail deer, fishing for salmon and walleye, and spending time outdoors. Whether gathered around a barbecue or campfire with friends and family, traveling to new places, or embracing a new opportunity, Charles lived with curiosity and an adventurous heart.

Charles is survived by his wife, Susan C. Oswald; his daughter, Tracy Carrick of Saginaw, Michigan; his son, Eric C. Oswald and wife Noraida Anachury of Casper, Wyoming; his granddaughter, Sara Frost of Mt. Morris, Michigan; four great-grandchildren; his sister, Kay L. Tibbits of Saginaw, Michigan; and his brother, Robert Oswald of Oscoda, Michigan.

In accordance with his wishes, cremation will take place, and burial will be held at Highland Cemetery in Casper, Wyoming. Arrangements are entrusted to Newcomer Funeral Home of Casper. Due to location constraints, no services or visitation are planned at this time.

Charles will be remembered for his resilience, his love of the outdoors, and the strength he brought to those who knew him.

A Son’s Tribute to His Father — Personal Tribute

My dad, Charles Henry Oswald — “Moose” to so many — passed away on February 20, 2026. He was 72 years old.

It still feels strange to write that. No matter how old we get, we’re never really ready to say goodbye to our father.

My dad wasn’t a small man in presence or personality. When he walked into a room, you knew it. When he shook your hand, you felt it. And when he cared about something — whether it was his work, his family, or a simple conversation around a fire — he gave it his full weight.

He was born in Zilwaukee, Michigan, raised in Saginaw, and carried those Michigan roots everywhere he went. From working as a lab technician at Michigan Sugar Company to becoming a Realtor and later serving as State Program Director for Experience Works of Wyoming, he worked hard. He didn’t expect life to hand him anything. He believed in earning it.

But what I will remember most isn’t a job title.

I’ll remember the woods. The early mornings. The cold air during deer season. The quiet focus while fishing for salmon or walleye. I’ll remember the smell of campfire smoke and the way he could sit back, relaxed, telling stories like time didn’t matter. That’s where he seemed most at peace — outside, under an open sky.

He shared much of his early adult life with his late wife, Jane M. Oswald, and together they built the foundation of our family. He was proud of his daughter, Tracy Carrick of Saginaw, Michigan, and proud of me. He carried that pride quietly but steadily.

He is survived by his wife, Susan C. Oswald; his daughter Tracy; me and my wife Noraida; his granddaughter Sara; four great-grandchildren; his sister Kay; and his brother Robert. He now joins his parents, Henry and Ruth, his brother James, and his late wife Jane.

My dad had an adventurous spirit. He wasn’t afraid to start over. He wasn’t afraid to try something new. He wasn’t afraid of change. That kind of courage leaves an imprint on a son. He taught me, without always saying it directly, that strength means adapting, enduring, and moving forward no matter what.

He wasn’t perfect. None of us are. But he was real. He was strong. And he lived life on his own terms.

There will be no formal services, and his wish for cremation and burial at Highland Cemetery in Casper will be honored. But a man’s life isn’t measured by a service. It’s measured in memories, in lessons passed down, in the strength he leaves behind in his family.

Dad, you gave me grit. You gave me resilience. You showed me what it means to stand on your own two feet.

I hope I make you proud.

Until we meet again at the edge of the woods, where the fire’s low and the fish are biting — I’ll save you a seat, Moose.

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