Barbara Romero

BARBARA JOAN ROMERO IDAHO FALLS, ID -- Barbara Joan Mckinney Romero, 61, went to be with Jesus and her family on Friday, April 9, 2004, after a long and courageous battle with cancer. She was born March 16, 1943, to Ida Belle and James A. Romero. Barbara attended schools in Soda Springs, Idaho and graduated from high school in 1963. She lived in Idaho Falls, from 1966 through 1972. Barbara had two sons, James Earl Mckinney and Steven Cordell Romero. She was a veteran of the Vietnam War entering the Army on August 28, 1973. Barbara attended college in San Antonia, Texas, and finished her education in Pocatello at Idaho State University, graduating as a Licensed Practical Nurse from the Nursing program. Barbara was employed at Hillcrest and Bannock Nursing homes, then worked at State Hospital South for 14 years. She worked at Poohz Half-Acre Daycare in the infant room from January, 2001 through November, 2002. She loved working with the babies and often times babysat them in their home after she quit. Barbara loved plants, sewing, and most of all her cat. She is survived by one son, Steven Cordell Romero, Pocatello; two sisters, Ethel Helms, Euphrata, WA and Dora Conrad, Jerome, ID; a nephew, James Hale of Pocatello, three nieces, Sherry Hillebrant, Jamie Rose and Chrystal Martin all of Pocatello; and many other family members, too many to list. Barbara was preceded in death by her parents, James and Ida Romero, two sisters, Mary Gunnell and Virginia Mckinney, one brother, James High Romero, one son, James Earl Mckinney, and many other family members. Graveside Services will be conducted at Rose Hill Cemetery in Idaho Falls, Idaho, Monday, April 12, 2004, at 2 p.m. The family will receive friends an hour prior to the Graveside Service at Wood Funeral Home, 273 N. Ridge, Idaho Falls. HER JOURNEY”S JUST BEGUN Don’t think of her as gone away. Her journey’s just begun, Life holds so many facets- This earth is only one... Just think of her as resting From the sorrows and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no days and years. Think how she must be wishing That we could know today How nothing but our sadness Can really pass away. And think of her as living In the hearts of those she touched... For nothing loved is ever lost- And she was loved so much. .