For 26 years he worked at Palmer Trinity School. I was glad to have known him for 8 of those years when he worked the campus security. He was very popular. Students would slide up next to him, clap him on the back, and ask him how he was doing in both English and Spanish. Always funny. Big eyes and a good mustache I got him to pose for a class painting demo. He had been having some complications with his heart. I think I caught a look of worry on his face. I gave him the picture. And we always joked that I had to do another one so each of his children could have one. I went to the hospital after his first procedure a couple years ago and left a handmade card. Afterwards, back on campus, Victor was always zipping the outskirts in the golf cart or lingering with a great smile by the bell between classes. He'd pull me over to his lunch table and we'd talk about our kids and our worries for them, we'd talk about his heart. He had a great relationship with each person. This week his sweet fragile corazon gave out. I swear it took a part of mine with it.
