Father. Brother. Friend.
A clever line,
a pause that allows for an ever-growing smirk,
then an eruption of crackling laughter:
Victor.
A stone foundation
on which hundreds have built
the steadiest of friendships.
Guiding, gentle hands,
working hands now holding those
of a prankster with a tender heart
of a precious father
of our dear Lord.
A creator of bridges
and welder of bonds.
Unique connections meticulously constructed
over a lifetime.
A fighter till his very last breath,
and a light in the minds and hearts
of all who knew him.
Although the struggle is finished,
his light still shines in the eyes
of his beloved.
The world goes on.
Even when it feels it should end.
The world goes on.
Just as the pain of remembrance sinks in.
The world goes on,
and you go on with it
if only for the sake of those around you.
Thw world goes on,
for he is Home.