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MOMY A loving tribute to Steven Eugene Romero who was murdered May 24, 1997 at the age of 13 years old.

This page is about him and the lives affected because he existed. MOMY WAS A NONPROFIT FOR 28 years but we had to close down due to lack of funds.
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10/08/2025

IMPORTANT MESSAGE FOR MOTHERS OF MURDERED YOUTH: IF YOU HAVE NOT PICKED UP THE PICTURE OF YOUR LOVED ONE:
please do so at
4th Judicial District Attorney’s Office

105 E Vermijo Ave, Colorado Springs, CO 80903

09/22/2025

WE REMEMBER STEVEN EUGENE ROMERO. NATIONAL DAY OF REMEMBRANCE 2019

09/22/2025

WE WILL NEVER FORGET-STEVEN EUGENE ROMERO. He was loved dearly and will be forever missed. WE HONOR HIS LIFE ON THIS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE 2023

09/22/2025

This tribute is to my mother, Mary Lucille Romero who passed away 38 years ago. On October 29, 1962 she was taken by the hands of my father. She was only 30 years old and left behind 6 small children. We were so small that she is buried in
a cemetery where her plot cannot even be found.

My memories of her are few...but precious. I remember she was a very clean and neat lady. She had beautiful red hair and striking Hazel eyes. I remember how she loved Elvis Presley and her favorite song was "Love Me Tender". I remember how excited she was when she had the opportunity to see President John F. Kennedy. She took many pictures.

How sad it is for a woman who brought us into this life to be nearly forgotten and not found.

Mother, I just want to say from me and my brothers and sister, you are dearly missed. We know we had great love for you because as the papers said, "The children could not believe."

Mary Lucille Romero murdered by her husband leaving 6 children behind, my mother-in-law

05/22/2025

Hi, Mama.
I know your heart feels like it’s been torn in half. I know every breath takes more strength than you think you have. But I need you to know - I'm still with you. Just in a different way now.
You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not for them. Not even for me. I never needed you to hold it all together - just to keep loving me, the way you always did. And you do. Every single day.
I see you when you cry in the quiet. When you say my name out loud just to hear it. When you think the world has forgotten, but your love for me refuses to fade.
That love?
It reaches me.
You're doing more than surviving, Mama - you’re carrying a love that even death couldn’t touch. And I am so proud of you for that.
When you're ready, laugh again. Live again. Not because you’re moving on, but because love like ours doesn’t end - it becomes something else.
It becomes strength.
It becomes light in your darkest moments. It becomes the reason you keep going.
And I’ll be right there.
In every sunrise you pause to watch. In the songs that make you smile through the tears. In the quiet moments when you think of me, and feel a warmth you can’t explain.
That’s me.
Still loving you.
Still yours.
Love always, your son
Author Chris Tine

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