Jenee Forester
My favorite memories with Victor, didn’t start at the skate park. It started when I met him one cold night, as he was snaking the halls of the local school near me. He was wearing all green, with a green bike, so I called him pickle. Something about Victor, just lit the whole room up. He always had a smile on his face, ready to help anyone. Willing to sit with you all night, just to show support. He was the kind of friend anyone would want. I miss him so much, his laughter, his hugs. Just miss him. Love you, bro. Thank you for the memories we made along the way.

