My husband was a man of prayer, passion and drive… impulsive, goal driven and loyal beyond loyal to those who were true and kind. He loved his family beyond measure. Be it close or far, estranged or texts and phone calls daily; every single one was thought of and prayed for daily and often tears shed for pains of the heart.  He was a provider and protector through and through, always hustling to make sure everything was just right.  

If you knew Victor you know he was always there to lend a hand in any way he could to not just family and friends but to our community.  Be it helping his children to learn multiplication, how to ride a bike, drive a car or just give advice along the road of life… to give someone a safe place to lay their head, adopting families for the holidays, helping his brothers and sisters in arms with getting what is owed to them, supporting non-profits with not just with money but with his time, knowledge and talents, or the millions of other things he did without hesitation or expecting anything in return, are the things that truly in his soul made him tick.  

He was a man of God. Leading groups of men in prayer daily for years. He lived by the motto “If not me, then who”.  He was beyond courageous… always willing to run toward the fight and not away.  His heart was guarded and that was ok because I was the one and only soul he allowed to see all the way in… no one else.  He was my best friend, my confidant, my love and will always be my forever and ever.  I know you are watching over me my love and I thank our God for the time we had together on this earth and I look forward to the day I can be in your arms again.