Victor Francis Thurman

Victor Francis Thurman, 58, passed away Feb. 22, 2018. Survived by his mother, Herlinda Rivas-Thurman; sisters, Leticia Thurman (Juan), Diana Martinez (Miguel), Celeste Thurman (Eric), Linda Thurman-Sanchez (Christopher); numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. Preceded in death by his father, Jerry Thurman. Victor was born in Pueblo, Colo. on Feb. 9, 1960, and worked in construction. He enjoyed music, traveling, exploring, movies, family, good food, and always a good smoke. Visitation, 4 p.m. Tuesday, Feb. 27, followed by the Rosary at 7 p.m. in the Montgomery & Steward Chapel. Funeral Mass, 10 a.m. Wednesday, Feb. 28, at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Church, 421 Clark St. Interment, Imperial Gardens. Memorials may be made to Montgomery & Steward, 1317 N. Main St., Pueblo, CO 81003. Online condolences, www.montgomerysteward.com Victor was a dear uncle and a great human being. He was a rare and larger than life kind of guy. I have many fond memories with him that will be cherished forever. There's not one thing in the world that I would ask for that he would say no to. Although he was optimistic, I feel like I couldn't do enough to help him as he spent those painful last few days here on Earth. Victor was a unique human being. He was in some ways different from the rest of the family. He was a free spirit who loved his freedom. He was adventurous—a traveling wanderer who rarely sat still, let alone remain in the same city for long. He hated the cold Colorado winters and would often travel South during this time of year. He loved exploring new places, had a strong appreciation for each respective culture, and enjoyed having a smoke from each place that he visited. I respected this about him—hearing his stories and learning from his experiences. Even though he was often gone, he always made an effort to visit his family and faithfully called my grandma daily. He loved us all. He loved to cook and my grandma says he was a great cook—always using lots of spices! He also had a sweet tooth and loved his junk food. Victor was a beloved son, brother, uncle, nino, and friend. My mom and aunt tell me a story of a time as very young children when Victor put one sister in a wagon and the other on a tricycle so that they could run away to New York together. They made it from 'the village' to as far as Midtown before my grandparents and barrio friends put up a search to find them. Victor fought a good fight against the cancer that invaded his body. Victor's strength and positivity in the last few weeks of life were admirable. He will always be loved and dearly missed.