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Victor had a mysterious and intelligent charm about him. You could feel there was always some thought running deep within his mind—observation, analysis, or maybe his next clever remark. He had a humor rather like Grandpa Dave: a witty quip with impeccable timing always at the ready and always accompanied by his brilliant, wide smile. He was someone you couldn't help but look up to.
I'm lucky to have memories of one summer when he was kind enough to drive me, his anxious little cousin probably 10 or 11 years old, up to stay with Betsy and the boys in the U.P. I was in awe of him that whole trip. He always knew what to say and what to do. Even as an intimidating adult towering above me, he made me feel at ease with his steadiness and kindness. He guided every conversation with a persuasive and mystifying logic.
Victor is terribly missed. I will forever be grateful for the brief but meaningful time I was able to spend with my cousin.
Victor was a brilliant young man with a wry wit and a genuine smile that lit up the room.
He helped me ace my Java I and II classes when I earned my IT degree at age 48. He didn't provide the coding solutions, he simply told me, "check line 53" or "look at the brackets" and similar.
I think of Victor often with a smile and a heavy heart. He is sorely missed and deeply loved.