Victor Jeffrey Villoza (b. September 17, 1954, d. February 23, 2003)
Victor Jeffrey Villoza (son of Victor John Villoza and Joyce Agatha Diaz) was born September 17, 1954 in Caracas Venezuela, and died February 23, 2003 in Canada @ 2.42pm..
Notes for Victor Jeffrey Villoza: It was not too long ago we gathered to bid "adios" to my aunt, Joyce Villoza. Today, we are gathered again, this time to say goodbye to her youngest son and my dear cousin Jeffrey Victor Villoza.
In the words of Stephen King, "Grief is like a drunken houseguest, always coming back for one more good-bye hug"
It doesn't feel right, to say goodbye again so soon, and for many reasons, one being that at Jeff's young age of 48, we should not be saying goodbye to him. It seems that his loving spirit was taken from this planet long before it's time, but I'm sure that when Jeffery arrived in heaven he was greeted with open arms by his Mother, as well as his Aunts, Uncles, and Grandparents.
It seems like just the other day that little Jeffrey was running around being a nuisance, wanting to be "one of the older boys" with his brother Richard and myself. Then as an adult, I developed my love for photography through Jeffery. He taught me the finer points of the art, which he also passed on, to his many nieces and nephews who all love Uncle Jeffery very much. Jeffery had a special gift, which made him beloved by children who would follow him around like the pied piper.
Over the past months since we knew of his illness, Jeff's family and friends have talked about how much good there is to say about Jeffery. During those talks many words kept being repeated: Loving, Caring, Giving of himself, Comforting and Helpful to name only a few.
Jeffery - Had his moments and certainly made an impression in our lives - with his humor, upbeat attitude, and persistence. He was a very determined person. One thing about Jeffery, he never gave up in anything he did. Whether he was fishing - looking to land the big one, his latest endeavors trying to master the use of computers, or the laughter he created with the numerous jokes he would tell. What I do know for sure is that anytime, any day, or anything - you needed - Jeffery would be there for you. So - we too are here for him today - To honor him - and to pray for him.
I don't think we will ever - truly accept - being with out him - His soul will live on through us and he will always be remembered. So let's not be sad today - Jeffery wouldn't have wanted us to mourn for him. An expression he always used when times were really tough was, "You'll get over it."
Jeffery was and will continue to live in our memories as a loving caring Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend and all around human being. Jeff's spirit will be kept alive on this planet forever, through his Sisters, father, brother and their spouses, nieces and nephews, many cousins and his numerous, friends.
God bless you my Cousin. God bless you and love you and comfort you Jeffery. You are now at peace and can suffer no more. We love you.
David Gonsalves
David K.Alderson
Dubai
United Arab Emirates
28th February 2003
Dear Mr. Villoza, Heather, Pat and Richard,
I was very saddened to hear about Jeff.
When I spoke to Jeff before Christmas he sounded his usual self but as you know it was normal for Jeff to be upbeat and optimistic even in the face of adversity. I hope that he did not suffer badly or for long before his death.
As you know Jeff and I have been friends for at least 30 years. We either met at junior high school or at Rangers when we were both still wearing short trousers.
Jeff was different in the best possible way. When we met my impression was that Jeff was older and more world wise than the others. He had his own apartment, he was polite around parents and he told engaging stories about life in Venezuela. But most strikingly he had enthusiasm for travel and adventure.
It is easy to remember countless times when Jeff stood up for his friends or kept them out of the way of danger. He was a loyal friend and often took chances to keep his friends from being bullied. Maybe parents or sisters never hear about these things when they happen, but to Jeff's friends these acts remain an enduring memory.
Because of Jeff I traveled to Trinidad and South America. He was an excellent guide and a knowledgeable and gracious host.
Jeff always made meeting up with friends or family more fun. He knew he was welcome (and welcomed others) without any formal invitation. His attitude and spirit lifted the tone of any gathering, and he could dance Salsa!
Jeff was generous. He looked after others. He kept in touch with his friends despite time and distance.
Jeff was full of life. This is the way I will remember him.
Victor Jeffrey Villoza (b. September 17, 1954, d. February 23, 2003)
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