Alex Contreras Ramos

Some people leave a mark in every room they enter, not by taking up space, but by bringing something into it. Alex Contreras Ramos was that person. He brought warmth, effortless ease, and connection, simply by being who he was.

Born in Yuma and raised in Somerton, AZ, Alex grew up on baseball diamonds and desert sunsets, learning early that life rewards the ones who don’t quit. He worked hard, really hard, building a life rooted in safety, security, and possibility for his family. What he didn’t broadcast was the part that mattered just as much: he helped others build their lives, too. Alex didn’t just strive to do better, he lived it. Not only did he start his own business, he showed other people how to start theirs. If drive and generosity could be bottled, he would’ve put it on tap.

Alex lived by a simple code: If you care about people, you show up. And if you show up, you bring good vibes.

Those vibes came with a soundtrack, reggae and Chicano oldies, the music he blasted through the house, the car, the yard…anywhere life was happening. It was more than taste; it was identity. The bass lines, the harmonies, the soul…that was where his chill demeanor came from. He was proud of his culture, and he made sure his daughters knew to stand tall in who they are, too. If a song played long enough, you’d catch him nodding, smiling, drink in hand and telling someone nearby, “Listen… this right here… this is life.”

He was known to hand you a cold drink before you even sat down, crack a joke before you finished your thought, and turn any gathering, big or small, into the best story you’d tell that week. He was that steady, friendly social guy who could talk to anyone and make them feel like the most interesting person in the room. Life was serious enough, Alex insisted we laugh through it.

He wasn’t loud about his strength, but it was there, unwavering, quiet, and heavy with love. He overcame his obstacles the same way he lifted up others: grit, fortitude, a contagious smile, and a belief that things would work out, if not today, then soon.As he’d say without saying: everything’s gonna be alright.Alex loved deeply, without pretense and without pause.

He was proud of his daughters, Acie, Alexia, and Alia. Adored and cheered for his grandsons, Jaiden and Terrell. His heart always carried the memory of his wife Mary, the fire to his calm. Where his strength was steady and quiet, hers was bold and impossible to ignore. They were different rhythms, but the same song, one that kept playing after she went before him but never left his side in spirit. He now reunites with both Mary and his mother Dolores, who undoubtedly greeted him with open arms and familiar smiles.Those who knew Alex will miss his presence, that unmistakable “let’s enjoy life while we’re here” energy and we will carry forward.

what he showed us: kindness doesn’t weaken you, laughter is fuel, confidence is contagious, culture is something to live, and the best legacy is helping others stand a little taller

Alex didn’t need the title of “legend." He lived something better: a life people remember because he made them feel unforgettable.

He is survived by his daughters Acie, Alexia, and Alia, his grandsons Jaiden and Terrell, his brother Manny and sister Lorna.

He is preceded in death by his mother Dolores and his wife Mary.