Rebecca “Becky” Romero, age 89, passed away peacefully on December 28, 2025, in Rawlins, Wyoming. She was born on July 6, 1936, in Mora, New Mexico, where her roots and values were deeply formed.

Becky was preceded in death by her beloved husband, Joe Romero, whom she married and shared her life with until his passing in 1976; her infant son, Randal Romero; her grandchildren Gabriel J. Romero and Demcy J. Romero Jr “Lil D”; and several siblings and loved ones who welcomed her home.

She is survived by her children Demcy Romero (wife Jovita), Douglas Romero (wife Mandy), and Dominic Romero. She was the proud and loving grandmother of Rebecca J. Romero; Douglas Romero Jr.; Genieva Romero (wife Savanna); Shanae Greengrass (husband Shonn); Dominic Romero Jr. (wife Tasha); and Joseph Romero.

Her legacy continues through her great-grandchildren Santiago Herrera (wife Ebony), Matayo Herrera (wife Kylee), Luke Collini (wife Kylee), Savannah Poli (husband Anthony), Alexandrea Anderson (husband Dexter), Noah Romero, Emilio and Demetrio “DJ” Romero, Thalia, Selena, and Thiago Romero, Lola Armijo, and Elliot Angelo Greengrass; and her great-great-grandchildren Breklynn and Lincoln Collini, and Addison and Rylee Anderson.

Becky was one of many siblings and is reunited in peace with some, while others remain here on earth carrying her memory forward. She is also lovingly remembered by extended family from both the Romero and Mora families, with whom she remained closely connected throughout her life.

Raised in Mora, New Mexico, Becky later moved to Rawlins, Wyoming, for work and built a life centered on family and faith. She was known for her strong work ethic and her role as a second mother to many, including Oralia Pacheco “Maria” and Antonia Candelaria, among countless others whose lives she touched. She also helped raise several of her grandchildren, offering unconditional love.

Her home was always open, her table always welcoming, and her heart always generous. After an accident left her unable to work, she embraced travel and spent time living in many places, ensuring she could remain present for her family wherever they were.

Becky found joy in Spanish dancing, traveling, and cooking—especially her famous Spanish rice. She loved flowers, particularly yellow roses, and often said, “If you want to give me flowers, bring them now—they won’t do me any good when I’m gone.” Because of that, her home was always filled with flowers brought by those who loved her.

Above all, Becky lived a life rooted in forgiveness and faith. She believed deeply in God and in the power of prayer. She often reminded others that you never know when your last day will be, or the last day of someone you are angry with—so forgive, pray for them, and let go.

Per her wishes, no public services will be held. Her illness was long, and she took comfort in knowing that everyone who wished to say goodbye had the opportunity to do so. That is how she wished to be remembered—surrounded by love.

Her memory will live on in every shared meal, every bouquet of flowers, every act of forgiveness, and in the many lives she touched simply by being who she was.