Roger Dennis Nawrot
July 4, 1943 – July 29, 2023
Preceded in death by his beloved parents; Walter & Stella and son; Michael.
Roger was born at home in Chicago, IL during WWII. Formerly of Austell, GA since 1974, he was a resident of Schererville, IN since 2022.
He is survived by his forever adoring wife; Claudia (Trzos), his cherished children; James Nawrot (Nancy), Denise Nebriaga (Glenn), Lauren Burchianti and Dianne Strauch, his treasured grandchildren; Daniel (Brandace) Eichler, Matthew (Stacey) Nebriaga, Ian Nebriaga, Sean Nebriaga, Analeigh (Jasan) Williams, Stella Burchianti, and our later additions; Martavius and Daquavian Ross, his adorable great grandchildren; Jackson, Cora, Elliana, Aleina, and arriving this year- AnaStacia, Roger’s always loving siblings; Daniel (late Aleta) Nawrot, Dolores (John) Amato, dear cousins; Sharon Derewjanko, Larry Nawrot, Therese Dyll, Kirby Wolf (deceased) and Ronnie Dyll, nieces and nephews; Danette (Chris) Weber, Jacqueline (John) Naughton, Michelle Nawrot, Jennifer (Carm) Consolino, Andrew Amato (Roberta), Michael Amato (Karen) and Nicholas (Joana) Amato, fond sister-in-law; Christine Trzos, great nieces and nephews; Josh Weber, Joseph (Kristin) Weber, Jared Weber, Alec Naughton, Tommy Naughton, Matthew Naughton and Katie Naughton, Michaela Sadler, Genevieve Consolino, Olivia Amato and Anthony Amato, and dear friends forever; Dale (Sunny) Snyder, John & Claire Tiernan, Neil Crain, Danny Fee, and the Tiernan family.
Roger’s family thrived on love and laughter. He was adventurous, with a fun and loving soul.
He didn’t want us to be sad or mournful. He left this place in peace of mind and body surrounded by love. And when our sadness subsides, he wanted all of us to celebrate his life with happiness, fun and to share our greatest memories.
Please contact the family if you wish to be informed of their future plans to celebrate Roger’s life.
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.”