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Francisco Leonardo “Frank” Rivera
February 6, 1954 – May 18, 2025
Frank Rivera was the kind of man you don’t forget.
Born in Bisbee, Arizona, on February 6, 1954, to Leonardo and Adelina Rivera, Frank arrived in this world with a strong will, a big heart, and a sense of purpose that never quit. He left us suddenly on May 18, 2025—but not without leaving behind a life full of love, impact, and a whole lot of laughter.
Frank proudly served his country in the U.S. Marine Corps from 1972 to 1976, earning the rank of Corporal, and stayed on as a Reservist until 1978. Among his honors, Frank earned the National Defense Service Medal, the Good Conduct Medal, and the Rifle Expert Badge. He was the kind of Marine you’d want on your side. Tough, steady, and dependable.
But if you knew Frank, you know his real mission in life was to be a family man. He is survived by his wife of 21 years, Joan Marie Rivera, with whom he built a life full of love, respect, and shared adventures. He was the proud father of Melisa Rosalez (Ulysses), Patricia Milam (Jeremy), Leonardo Rivera (Rachel), and Richard Kszyminski (Erica), and a doting grandfather to Lily Phoenix (Ariyel), Alyssa Rosalez (Christopher), Giovanni Olivo, Christyan Rosalez, Adryan Rosalez, Alexandria Rivera, Ryland Rivera, and Macklin Rivera.
He also leaves behind a big, loving family of siblings. Grace Romo, Nellie Lowery (John), Yvonne Marie Guadamuz (Nestor), Luis Rivera (Velma), Patricia Downey (Marlon), and Carlos Harvey Rivera (Vaughn), along with 17 nieces and nephews who looked up to him.
Frank was a hands-on kind of guy. He loved fishing, woodworking, building things, working on his cars, and taking on any project where he could fix something or make it better. He had a love for traveling, listening to music, and taking road trips on his Harley. But above all, his greatest joy was being with his family, watching them play music, celebrating their wins, and showing up for the moments that mattered.
He had stories for days, advice you actually wanted to hear, and a laugh that made you laugh even harder. He was generous with his time, kind with his words, and strong when it counted. You knew where you stood with Frank, and if he loved you, you felt it.
Frank was the rock in the lives of many. He would encourage you when you needed it, push you when you were slacking, and give you a bear hug when things got rough. His legacy isn’t just what he did; it’s how he made people feel supported, seen, and deeply loved through passing on his wisdom and making people laugh.
Here are just a few of the things that made him one of a kind.
He loved telling dad jokes and making people laugh. As kids, he and his brother Louie looked so similar that their regular gag was to allow people to think one was the other just because it was funny. Even as grown men, folks would get them mixed up at the home improvement store where they worked together.
He would sometimes take his baby sister, Patsy, on his high school dates. She would sit in the backseat of his rootbeer colored ‘57 Chevy with a strawberry shake, while Frank’s date was in the front seat. Then later would share his latest music albums with Patsy at home.
He was always up for trying new food, even the stuff that made everyone else squirm. His motto? Life’s too short not to taste it all. His favorite was Mexican, and tacos were a food group in his mind.
Frank never missed a chance to show up for his family. Whether it was a milestone, a jam session, or just a backyard get-together, he was there, usually with a beer in one hand and a story in the other.
He adored his dogs. Bear, his loyal Akita, and Rambo, the high-energy Blue Heeler whose full name is, of course, Rambunctious. They weren’t just pets; they were part of the crew.
He spent over three decades in Chicago before retiring and moving back to Arizona to help care for his mother. That was who Frank was. When the family needed him, he showed up.
Frank will be missed like crazy, but the love he gave, the lessons he taught, and the memories he made will live on through the people who were lucky enough to be called family or friends.
Rest easy, Frank. Well done, you did it right.
Funeral Services will be held on Saturday, June 21, 2025 at 10am at the Southern Arizona Veterans' Memorial Cemetery (outdoor shelter).
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