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Edward Romero's Bio & Memorial - page 2

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Donations to the college funds of both of his children
are preferred over flowers or other gifts.

Memorial contributions may be made to FBO Diego and Alexandria Romero,
 c/o Smith Barney, 6565 America's Parkway NE, Albuquerque, 87110.


Personal Recollections of Edward Romero   
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My Memories of Edward: What an Attitude
by Steve Doorn

More than anything else about Edward, I will remember his constant positive attitude.  He was always a positive influence and an inspiration--and not just in the mountains.  But it will always be the mountains where I place him.  It seemed the natural place to find the perfect outlet for his tremendous energy and enthusiasm for life.

I feel lucky to have had the chance to share some amazing places with Edward: the Winds, Crestones, Sandias, San Juans, Tres Piedras, and just toproping or backpacking in our backyard.  He was one of the rare people to share my love of climbing in the Brazos.

No matter what we had just finished, he was always ready for the next trip.  "When are we doing Resignation Ridge?"  "We've got to do the Needle this summer!"  "Check out those cracks going up that face."  Whether it was sharing a long route in the mountains or talking about life back in camp, I can't imagine a better companion to go on an adventure with.  His passing brings into focus what he told me about that magic mushroom tattoo of his; that it was a reminder to himself to live a more spontaneous life and to grab onto opportunities when they present themselves.  I'll be missing the many climbs we should have done together.

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Photo above shows Edward with his children Diego (5) and Alexandria (2).  Photo courtesy of Steve Doorn.

Photos directly below courtesy of Matthias J. Graf.
 

Ed on Absinth of Mallet, Cochise West Stronghold, Tucson

Ed and Joe at El Potrero Chico, near Monterey, Mexico

 
A Tribute To My Friend, Edward "Lalo" Romero
by Joe "Chango" Rael

I met Edward in the spring of 2001, I was a rookie in the climbing school when I dared myself to climb with the "veterans" on a Tuesday evening.  I was looking for a route to set an anchor when I came across Edward.  We introduced ourselves and after explaining who I was and what I was doing, he immediately offered to climb with me.  Thus began the adventure!

It wasn't many outings later when he started calling me "Chango", in apparent reference to my climbing technique (or complete lack thereof).  The next several years were filled with climbing trips all over New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, and our greatest adventure, a week in El Potrero Chico in Mexico with our best friend, Matthias Graf.

Lalo and I also shared a love for snowboarding (steep and deep!), music (Ozomatli!), good beer, and life itself.  Often he told me he was the luckiest man in the world, a beautiful, understanding wife, two wonderful children and a great family.  Indeed, he was truly blessed!  He was a man with many talents, gifts and abilities.  As great a rock climber as he was, he was an even greater person.  His smile and winning attitude enabled him to easily make friends, and his quiet confidence was apparent in everything he did.

Though our lives intertwined for only a few short years, they produced literally thousands and thousands of memories.  I am a better person for having known Edward and he will always be in my heart and soul.

Photos courtesy of Joe "Chango" Rael.


Too Brief, yet an Unforgettable Friendship
by Tony Stout

Edward and I met just a short time ago.  In fact, it was even less than one year ago, November 2006.  His name was on an Albuquerque climbing list and I was organizing a trip to Paradise Forks, home of beautiful basalt cracks.  I was contacted soon after I sent that email signed by someone named "Lalo".

I picked up the telephone and called him at work, "is this LAYlo?" (I had no idea how that might be pronounced).  A warm chuckle, "this is Lalo".  We set a plan, and met at my place that Friday.  I liked him as soon as I shook his hand.

Of course, the climbing over that weekend was great.  We only climbed a few routes together but he always gave it his all, wanting to push himself to see just what he was really capable of.  After a few warm-ups Edward decided he wanted to try Goldfinger, a classic 5.11, on top rope.  After much, much grunting, he finally pulled himself over the top of the rim.  That climb obviously did not go so well for him but by the end of the weekend he was ready to get on lead for a stellar 5.10, East of Eden.  He on sited it!

One evening Edward concocted some crazy Gumbo dish that myself, Edward, and Tanya enjoyed over campfire conversations and brews.  Many of the details of these conversations elude me but I do remember our talks about his family and how much he enjoyed his two children Diego and Alexandria, and his wife Socorro.  He gave it his best to try to convince me of how great kinds were in an attempt to convince me that Brie-Anne and I needed our own (I told him that I needed to climb 5.13 before I could be distracted by little creatures).  Other topics included politics, and past climbing trips to Yosemite, Cochise, and the Wind Rivers.

Following that trip we shared a great weekend playing in the snow.  Of course, there was that continuous debate over the best style to descend steep white powder (we had an immaculate day at Wolf Creek!).  His vote was dragging his knuckles on a snowboard.  As he watched us struggle with two poles and two skis as we walked from the car to the resort, he commented that he liked having just one piece of equipment.  He was truly graceful as he weaved between trees through the powder.  I on the other hand, preferred two planks and staying upright (he referred to snowboarders as "knuckle draggers" and skiers as "two plankers").

Edward, myself, and four other friends were planning on going to Yosemite the first week of September.  It’s a hard blow knowing that he will not be joining us.  When I learned of his passing the thoughts of disbelief wrecked me.  It just did not add up.  He had spent full days skiing, climbing rocks, ascending peaks, often pushing himself to the brink.  How does this happen?  I realize that these questions are futile because even if there were good answers, it would not bring our friend back.

Edward’s life touched me in just the short period of time that I knew him.  He was one of those guys that truly embodied the "live life like today is your last day" mantra. It is admirable.  His positive attitude was contagious and the way he spoke of his family was awesome.  His life was a blessing to all who knew him, and I am thankful that our paths met, however brief.  He will truly be missed.

Photos courtesy of Steve Doorn.


Pulled into Orbit – Remembering Edward Romero
by Alexander Nees

I didn’t know Edward for very long.  We met a few months before his death, introduced to each other by Tony Stout, a mutual climbing friend.  A group of us New Mexican climbers were planning a trip to Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite National Park, and Edward and I were both looking for partners.  We got together a few times in the following months, quickly getting to know each other as climbers and friends.  We began by climbing in the gym, then moved outside one day in June to climb some moderate trad lines in the Sandias.  Pulling on plastic had been fun, but out on the rock we immediately had that intuitive connection common to all good rope teams.  Edward was excellent on the rock: smooth, confident, and precise.  I had strength born of too much time spent in the gym, but Edward had a wealth of experience and a poise that I could only watch and admire.  Climbing can so easily become caught up in ego and expectations, with each partner struggling to live up to some sort of lofty standard.  Edward wasn’t about that at all.  He just loved to climb, and reminded me of the core reasons why I loved climbing too.  It was easily one of the most purely enjoyable days of climbing I’ve ever had.

On the drive down from the Sandia Crest back to Albuquerque that afternoon, we filled the car with stories, speaking excitedly of climbs we had done and climbs that we might do together in the future.  As I left Edward’s house that night, having finally torn myself away from the warmth and hospitality of his family, we were still talking about the possibilities for our new partnership.

Summer is the busiest time of year for me in my work, but I had had such a good time with Edward in the Sandias that I managed to carve out another day to come into the city and climb with him.  We were already setting our sights higher: this time we were eyeing the Southwest Ridge of the Needle, a moderate climb but probably the longest route in the Sandias.  We chose the 24th of July to climb, and a week or so beforehand Edward called me up to tell me that he had already scouted the approach!  He spoke with glee about the 2 hours of hard bushwhacking that lay between us and our objective.  A few days before our climb, I was shocked to learn that on July 24th I would be coming into Albuquerque not to climb the Needle with Edward, but to attend his funeral.

I didn’t know Edward for long, but his sudden death has been deeply upsetting to me.  I knew him just long enough and well enough to understand how much we have all lost.  I am so sad to have lost a friend, but very grateful that I was given even a few days to spend with Edward.  Upon meeting Edward and his family, I felt an immediate connection of a kind that I’ve only rarely experienced before.  But reading others’ stories and talking to his friends, I realize that many people have had similar experiences with Edward, that many of us have been pulled into orbit around the basic kindness and decency that defined and suffused him.  If nothing else, I can only hope that this tragedy helps us to find each other.  Ed would have liked that, I think.

Photos courtesy of Alexander Nees.

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