Yolanda Jasso Burnias

The family of Yolanda Jasso Burnias announces her passing on May 12, 2026. Born on January 4, 1945 Yolanda lived a beautiful life filled with compassion & resilience, loyalty & dedication, laughter & love. In her 81 years of life, she was always mindful of her loved ones and considerate of everyone she knew. Yolanda was always determined to express her awareness of everyone around her – to make them feel seen, included, understood and loved. It is very likely that if at one point in your life you shared a moment with her, she kept it in her memories and retold that story over and over again to her loved ones. Her memory was sharp and accurate; she was mighty proud of that.

Yolanda is survived by the father of her children Jose Burnias Jr., her three siblings Domingo Jasso Jr., Roberto Jasso and Rosalinda Jasso Gabbard and her four sons (her tesoros, her bebitos de mami) Jose Burnias III ‘her number one, El Numero Uno’, Ricardo Burnias ‘her Prieto Lindo, El Papi Chulo’, Michael Angel Burnias ‘her Special Angel’, and Mark Anthony Burnias ‘El bebito de mami’. On any ordinary day, you would walk into her home and find these four grown men lying in bed with her fighting over who was her favorite. Although, she would never actually agree on just one of them. They were all precious to her, each one of them. “I love you all the same” she would say, as to not cause any confliction or rejection in their hearts. A mother’s love is like no other and it was very apparent, through the efforts she made for each of them, that this was true. She raised four truck drivers and was like a human GPS and weather tracker for them. Knowing where each of them were at any specific moment in time, praying over them before they left, waving goodbye to them from her porch and greeting them with love and many times with menudo and homemade tortillas upon their arrival.

Yolanda often invited her loved ones to gather at her dining table. She would be found making her specialty, potato and egg tacos or a simple bologna sandwich because she never strayed from what was familiar, from what felt like home. Her brothers and often her sister and family from Houston would show up and together they would share pan dulce and tamales and Cafecito for breakfast. Yolanda loved her siblings very much and it was a beautiful moment seeing them together, bringing out the kid in her. No reason was needed to get together and share moments together to catch up and laugh together. She was proud of her family, of the gatherings that would occur and the moments that were shared.

Through this family that was formed from the fruit of her loins is where many of her blessings and pride evolved. She was often found counting her fingers and toes to calculate all of her ‘nietos y bisnietos’. (24 grandchildren, 45 great-grandchildren, and 10 great-great grandchildren) Even though she knew the count and each of their birthdays by heart – it was the glow in her face as she added one more to the bunch. “Soy tatarabuela”, she would share her news with anyone and everyone who would listen. This is only a part of the legacy she would leave with her loved ones. The real legacy lies in the fact that this beautiful & resilient woman was the Matriarch of her family. She fulfilled each part of what it is to be the matriarch of a family. A matriarch is a powerful, often older woman who acts as the head of a family. As the dominant female figure, she frequently rules through wisdom, experience, or lineage, often serving as the mother or the grandmother of the group.

Yolanda was respected because she was a leader and through her time from working in the fields and being an educator – she was proud of the lessons she learned and the tribulations she overcame. Making sure she was always sharing her love equally, Yolanda was everyone’s number one cheerleader. Often found in the stadium seats of her grandchildren’s football games or writing a thoughtful social media post of how proud she was of one of their accomplishments. (Of course, she always made sure to tag 40 people – because that’s who she was. She wanted everyone to know – to understand the depths of her love). There was no competition with Yolanda, because she was always the first to know, the first to respond, the first to arrive, and the first to call. This is why she was THE FIRST in many of our hearts, where she deserved to be.

Yolanda would often be found ending her day watching Korean Romance movies while doing a crossword puzzle in her bed. She would sign, date and time stamp each crossword puzzle that she completed. A signature validating that she was there, she was alive and actively exercising her brain (because crossword puzzles kept her mind sharp, as she would say). She was intentional with every minute she was blessed with starting from the moment she woke up to the moment she laid her head to rest. It never failed; she would start off her day making her bed. Always keeping her mother in mind, and the morals that were instilled in her. Making sure she was presentable she often was found in her closet putting an outfit together for the day. Color coordinating from head to toe, every detail was carefully thought out and planned. Whether it was a classy pant suit or a flowing dress – fashion with Yolanda had no limits. She was truly one of the classiest ladies you ever met. The shoes that she picked (which often were heels; at such a ripe age of 81 her first choice was always a heel) whether open or closed toe, it was likely that she made sure her toes were painted to match her fingernails.

Nuestra Familia Adult Daycare (‘Numero Uno’ as she would say) became the joy of her everyday life, something she looked forward to. Attending their events and celebrations, she was sure to bring out her fanciest dress – always sure to leave an impression. Dancing her way around the center floor, with two daycare workers in either hand; they would take turns twirling her around. The smile, the laughter, the glow in her face – you would never think of her current age, but of her vibrant, youthful and energetic spirit that she would radiantly give off. The attention to detail she had - was simple and yet so calculated. In the modern day of makeup, she was still using liquid eyeliner to line her eyes. So careful and so gentle, her hands would glide around her eyes, followed by mascara and always topped off with lipstick. These are the core memories that make a woman, a mother, a provider; to start the day off in confidence, in her control and at her command. Before she left jewelry had to be chosen, whether it’d a beautiful heirloom piece that carried history, memories of her loved ones that were no longer alive, a gifted bracelet or watch from one of her sons, handmade jewelry made specifically for her by her granddaughter, matched with a purse that was gifted to her by her nephew. Every piece of her outfit was not just an article of clothing or a piece of gold – but an item that she wore with pride, love and admiration because of the connections and the relationships she formed in her lifetime.

Yolanda Jasso Burnias will be missed, and her memories will forever be cherished. She lived a happy and content life and was always preparing her family for this day. Life is not forever but the legacy she built for her family is everlasting. This is how she will be remembered and this is how she loved. As she is laid to rest she will be joining the family members she mourned and would often visit even after their passing; she is preceded in death by her loving parents Domingo Jasso and Eudocia Locha Jasso, her brother Oscar Jasso, her baby sisters Estela Jasso, Maricela Jasso, Sylvia Jasso Hernandez, her three nieces Maria Estela Jasso, Maricela Hernandez and Liza Yvette Sanchez, and nephew Domingo Jasso III.