Victor Gregory Cofield

Victor Gregory Cofield arrived on January 17th, 1956, 3 months earlier than expected.  While punctuality wasn't his true middle name, it was implied after Gregory.  Those who had the pleasure of knowing him in his early years would all agree, whether he was causing a ruckus with his older sister, Lynda, or playing pranks on his little brother, Chuck, he was full of mischief.

Though he could be spotted in his youth on an army base in Germany, he was born and spent most of his childhood in Washington D.C.  After graduating from Wilde Lake High School, he followed in his father’s footsteps by enlisting in the army at the ripe old age of 17.  It was in the army he would find his 2 eternal loves; the first being his 280Z, and the later, his wife June. 

Victor and June had their first date at the Library.  They bonded over the clever name with him gazing into her crystal blue eyes, and her, checking out his plaid bell bottoms and perfectly coiffed afro.   They met in January of 1981, and were wed that December, in matching pinstripe suits.

They would spend their first 10 years of marriage in England where they raised their first child together, Rocky.  Rocky was fiercely loyal, easy-to-train, and house broken. Rocky was perfect practice for what was to come.  After 10 years in Great Britain, they would spend their remaining 30 years in Columbia, Maryland, in the same house where they would raise their two daughters.  Whether it was a crayon drawing on the wall, or a nail polish remover stain on the floor, Victor never raised his voice to either of his children.  His look of disapproval sufficed.

Victor's recurring outfit of choice included a blue button up shirt tucked into light washed Levi's.  He never went anywhere without a thick, engraved leather belt, fastened with a large Texan belt buckle.  He always wore a baseball cap (except indoors), and the face of his wristwatch faced inwards.  He tied his painfully white New Balance sneakers with gusto, proudly displaying his gold wedding band as he did so.   He was also known for his infamous pocket protector.

His typical breakfast would consist of a bowl of Cocoa Rice Krispie’s, Honey Nut Cheerios, or a butter, jelly, and cheese sandwich on toast.  Other than an occasional Rusty Nail on a holiday, he never went a day without half a gallon of Kool Aid. He loved grilling ribs and hot dogs when weather permitted, or cooking giant pots of spaghetti when it did not.  Vic's legacy centered around Thanksgiving dinner.  He would arrive at his sister's house with a pot of gravy, and a bowl of stuffing, being prepared to carve the turkey he spent all day cleaning, prepping, and cooking.  

Victor was best known for his unwavering faith, calm demeanor, and strength of character.  If he wasn’t programming, designing infrastructures, or coding for Lockheed Martin, or keeping his unit on task during drill weekends at Ft. Meade, he could be found playing Halo or Titanfall on his Xbox.  He enjoyed his trips to Charlestown with his wife, watching SciFi movies with his eldest Lauri, and bringing home cookies from Subway for his youngest Aleana.  His obsession with the Medieval Era is displayed prominently throughout his home, complete with antique swords mounted on the walls, portraits of castles, and a suit of armor named George who stands guard in the entranceway.  If he wasn't taking naps on the weekends, he was playing Kenny G at a volume only he could hear.  He loved to entertain his children with stories of his past professions; bartending, being a shoe salesman, an electrician, haphazardly hanging banners in the Columbia Mall, being a gas station attendant, a locksmith, and his decades of amateur body building.  He was a jack of all trades, and a master of none, with his catchphrases consisting of "look it up," and "it's functional."

He started each morning with a cup of black coffee made by his wife, and ended each night the same way.  He was a man of routine, and he never strayed from his regiment.  He passed in the comfort of his home, early in the morning on March 21st, 2022 while his wife was in the kitchen, steeping their usual brew.  He passed as he lived; at peace.  

Victor is preceded by his parents, Edward & Sylvia Cofield.  He is survived by his wife of 40 years, June Cofield; daughter Laurita, her spouse Devin, and four beautiful grandsons Charles "Chase", Zachariah "Zach", Elliott, and Damon; his daughter Aleana, her spouse Bryan; his sister Lynda, her spouse Allen, nieces Kimberly, Karla, Mallorie, and their families; brother Charles "Chuck"; Uncle Thomas "Hank"; and Aunt Gwendolyn "Gwen".

Victor would want to be remembered by his joyous love; the love for his family he displayed through the pictures in his office, and the love of his country he displayed.  He never left the house without his black and gold Army windbreaker, "Retired Veteran" baseball cap, and his American flag pin.  "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:7)  Cheers!

Memorial Services will be held at St. John Catholic Church ( Wilde Lake Interfaith Center), 10431 Twin Rivers Rd., Columbia, MD 21044 on Friday, April 1, 2022, at 10am.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.witzkefuneralhomes.com for the Cofield family.

In lieu of flowers memorial contributions in Victor's memory may be made to, American Lung Association (see link below)