Rest in Peace to My Uncle and Namesake, Victor Infante

I've just received word that my uncle and namesake, Victor Infante, has passed away. I didn't really know him, and at this point, that's as much my fault as anyone's.

I don't have a whole lot to say here, have no way right now to articulate the strange miasma of sadness and regret, the negative space around a hole where something was supposed to be, but never was.

Rest in peace, Victor. I'm sorry I didn't know you. But you were my father's brother, and I was named for you (and for your father, also gone), and that means something, and with your passing, I can't help but feel that another piece of my father is gone.

If there's a next life, maybe we'll both be able to make amends.