Victoria died too young, only 17 years old and leaving behind her family and a hideous empty room with butterfly wallpaper. She had an adorable nephew named Isaac who she loved more than anything. She loved being a big sister and had a little sister, Sophia. She had two younger brothers who were taller than her, (most people were), and she loved them a lot too. Jonathan affectionately called her "Ticky" and Gabriel "Toria". Whatever name one knew her by, they all remembered her as crazy and energetic.
She got along extremely well with small children and volunteered at her church in the nursery. She also got along oddly with elderly people who enjoyed her company. She liked to see other people smile and sometimes took it to heart when they didn't. She was always singing and laughing, and many her age called her "weird". But she always took this comment lightly. She was mostly herself around her family, the foundation of her craziness.
Victoria was both Polish and Mexican. Many assumed she was only Hispanic, to which she would reply "look at the nose". She loved her ethnic background and her favorite food was Borsch, provided by her mother's kitchen, and Tex-Mex food from "Gringos". Her nose may have been from her mother, but her wild curly hair was from her Daddy, along with a dimple on her chin. When she was born the nurses said she was kissed there by an angel. Only those close to her can recall her curly hair. After her freshman year she hid it under a straightener.
Her heart was always in Texas, deep in the heart, where she spent most of her early years. She was often seen in cowboy boots and she loved the ocean and bodyboarding with her brothers and father. She visited Texas and her father twice a year. It was her first home.
Victoria, we are all grieving with you absence and we hope you're looking down, laughing about a joke that isn't funny and singing a Miranda Lambert song.
