Terry Gregg Rogers, known simply as Gregg, was born on March 29, 1949, in Alamosa, Colorado, to Eugene L. and Opal Rogers. He spent his entire life in Hooper, farming and ranching first alongside his parents and later with his boys. On August 21, 2026, at the age of 77, Gregg passed away unexpectedly while working on the farm, leaving behind a lifetime of hard work, service, laughter, and love.

Gregg was a farmer in every sense of the word—hardworking, independent, stubborn as hell, and happiest when there was something that needed doing. He was raised to work hard, and carried that lesson throughout his life. He farmed and ranched alongside his family, eventually passing that way of life on to his sons Justin and Mark. For Gregg, farming wasn't simply a job; it was a way of life, a responsibility, and something he was proud to share with his boys.

Gregg met Sandy Moore dragging main street in his GTO. They courted for a little over a year before marrying on June 6, 1971, beginning a partnership that would last for the rest of his life. Gregg was a devoted husband who adored Sandy, making sure she was taken care of in every way. He loved buying her jewelry, taking her dancing, enjoying dinner dates at Hunan's, turning every shopping trip into a social event, and creating memories together. Some of their favorite adventures included traveling to Hawaii with dear family and friends.

Gregg had another family, the Hooper-Mosca Volunteer Fire Department aka the Mosca-Hooper Fire Department. He served the community for 52 years, spending many of those years as Assistant Chief. Gregg never missed a fire call. No matter what he was doing, if the call came in, he went. For more than five decades, he showed up for his neighbors, his friends, and complete strangers who needed help. Serving others wasn't something Gregg talked about—it was simply what he did.

And if there was one thing Gregg loved more than the fire department, it was his family.

His relationship with his boys was legendary. A feistier trio would be hard to find. Gregg and his sons worked hard, played hard, argued occasionally, laughed often, and loved each other even harder. They were each other's biggest supporters, and there was never any question that Gregg would do whatever it took for his boys.

In 1990, Gregg was diagnosed with cancer and faced what would become one of the toughest battles of his life. He had plenty of colorful language about the diagnosis, the treatments, and the changes he was expected to make—and he made his opinions known. But underneath all the words was something nobody ever questioned: Gregg was determined. He wasn't ready to quit, he had too much living left to do. For decades, Gregg shared his cancer journey with others facing the same challenges, offering hope, encouragement and confidence to believe they could fight their way though it too.

That stubbornness became one of the hallmarks of his life. Gregg was tough, matched only by his enormous heart. He was the guy who would do anything to help someone in need. If you needed a hand, a part, or a tool, you called Gregg. More often than not, you didn't even have to call—he was already there. He gave his time, his energy, his equipment, a full dose of advice, and whatever else was needed. He never needed recognition, helping people was just part of who he was.

Gregg had a mischievous streak and a sense of humor that wasn't always suitable for polite company. He told off-color jokes, said exactly what was on his mind, and was never afraid to give someone a hard time. But those who knew him understood that behind the teasing and the colorful language was a man who cared deeply about people. Gregg could make you laugh, leave you shaking your head, and, when you needed him most, make you feel like you weren't facing whatever life had thrown at you alone.

His grandchildren held a particularly special place in his heart. Gregg was immensely proud of Makenzie, Tymberlynn, Kamryn, and Deagon, and he loved nothing more than being their biggest fan. He lived for their games—volleyball, basketball, soccer, and everything in between. From peewee sports through their high school years, Gregg was there. He didn't miss a game. He showed up, cheered them on, offered his opinions from the stands, and took enormous pride in watching each of them grow into the remarkable young adults they are today.

He was proud of all four of them—not just for what they accomplished on the court or field, but for the people they became and the lives they are building. Gregg loved watching his grandchildren do their thing, and he would tell anyone who would listen just how proud he was of them.

Gregg leaves behind a legacy that cannot be measured simply by acres farmed, fire calls answered, or years served. His greatest legacy is the people he loved and the people he helped. He taught his family the value of hard work, and just showing up. He may have been a stubborn old farmer with a colorful vocabulary, but he was also one of the most caring and giving people you could ever have the good fortune to know.

He is survived by his wife, Sandy; his sons, Justin (Tracy) Rogers of Alamosa and Mark (Desiree) Rogers of Hooper; his grandchildren, Makenzie, Tymberlynn, Kamryn, and Deagon; his brother, Alan (Dixie) Rogers of Alamosa; Sandy (Harvey) Smalley of Mosca; Nieces and nephews, Tandi Bolt of Alamosa; Skeeter (Mike) Salmans of Thorton; Rodney (Denise) Smith of Zapata, Kim (Brett) Canty of Sanford, TJ (Victoria) Smith of Palisade; lifelong friends Bill and Deb Morris and their daughters Jamie (Jerome) Bogner, Jana (GL) Slaughter, Jill (Alex) Voda; many extended family members, and countless friends who became family along the way.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Eugene L. and Opal Rogers, in-Laws Roy and Helen Moore, and niece Kimberlee Howard.

Gregg spent 77 years doing what he knew best: working hard, loving his family, helping his neighbors, telling a few questionable jokes, and refusing to let anyone tell him he couldn't do something.

He will be deeply missed, fiercely remembered, and giving somebody a dose of advice somewhere. And if there's a fire call in heaven, we'd bet he's already on the truck.

A memorial service will be held in Gregg’s honor on Saturday, September 12, 2026 at 2 PM at the Sangre De Cristo High School.

Family, friends, and loved ones are welcome to donate to the Mosca-Hooper Fire Department in Gregg’s memory.