Victoria Casabar Cabalar

In Loving Memory of Victoria Cabalar November 17, 1937 – June 22, 2025 

Victoria Cabalar, a devoted wife, mother, sister, auntie, grandmother, and great-grandmother, passed away on June 22, 2025, at the age of 87. 

She was preceded in death by her father, Marcelino Casabar; her mother, her mother-in-law, Macaria Cabalar; her mother, Florencia Barcena Calzo; her brother-in-law, Eddie Cabalar; and her cherished daughter-in-law, Cyndi Cabalar. 

Victoria is survived by her loving husband, Aniceto; her children, Millie, Joe, Romeo (Mira), and Edwin; her sister, Clarita; 13 grandchildren; 13 great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews.

Victoria Cabalar was born on November 17, 1937, in Narvacan, Ilocos Sur, Philippines. Victoria graduated as Salutatorian of her elementary class. She later pursued vocational studies in tailoring—a skill she would take pride in throughout her life. Known for her lovely singing, she often brought joy to the gatherings. 

Her life changed forever when she met Aniceto Cabalar on a blind date lovingly arranged by family. The two were married on August 4, 1956, beginning a lifelong partnership filled with love, devotion, resilience, and hard work. They were blessed with four children—Millie, Joe, Romeo, and Edwin. In the early years, Victoria and Aniceto supported their growing family through farming in the Philippines.

 In pursuit of greater opportunities, they courageously migrated to the United States in May 1968, settling in Stockton, California. From there, they moved to Los Osos, where they both worked in agriculture, harvesting sugar peas. Victoria also took on a part-time job at an electronics company called Robinson. Victoria embraced her new life in America wholeheartedly. She grew to love country music, kept up with her favorite NFL teams (the 49ers and Raiders). These small but joyful parts of American culture became part of her everyday life, blending beautifully with her Filipino roots. 

Over the years, Victoria and Aniceto proudly purchased their first home in Stockton, CA followed by a second in Los Osos, CA, and a third in Oceano, CA Later, Victoria moved to Silicon Valley to work in electronics, while Aniceto returned to Stockton for work. She eventually relocated to Las Vegas with her late mother (Florencia) and worked as a waitress at the Eldorado Casino Café on Water Street in Henderson, Nevada. She loved socializing with everyone she came across. After facing knee issues, Victoria decided it was time to retire. She returned to Oceano, CA, to reunite with Aniceto, and in 2004, the couple made the heartfelt decision to move back to Las Vegas permanently. 

In retirement, Victoria embraced the quiet joys of family life—caring for her grandchildren and, later, her two great-granddaughters in Las Vegas. She often had a tailoring project in progress on her sewing machine. She and Aniceto also made trips back to her hometown of Narvacan in the Philippines. Victoria cherished outings with her beloved husband, Aniceto—especially their regular visits to Las Vegas buffets. 

She was a woman of unwavering Catholic faith. She attended Mass faithfully every Sunday and lived her life guided by love, humility, and devotion. Her faith was her foundation and source of strength through every chapter of life. She was known for her polished look—always in lipstick and her signature bob haircut—and her love of shopping, dining out, and family gatherings.

 More than anything, Victoria's greatest pride and joy was her growing family. She adored her grandchildren, celebrated every milestone with them, and took tremendous joy in watching them build lives of their own. Attending their weddings and welcoming her great-grandchildren brought her immeasurable happiness. 

Victoria will be remembered for her love, kindness, grace, and devotion. Her legacy lives on through the generations she helped nurture and the love she so generously shared. 

Special Note about Victoria Cabalar by the Cabalar Girls, on behalf of all the Grandchildren and Great-Grandchildren:

 When we think of our grandma, we think of love. We think of her warm, tight hugs and the way she looked at each of us, with the same loving, admiring eyes, even as we grew into adults. That look made us feel so special, every single time.

Grandma took care of her people. She always made sure everyone was fed—and even when we were full, she’d still lovingly urge us to eat more. Her cooking was unmatched. Every family has their own take on Filipino dishes, but we all agree: no one made lumpia or pancit like Grandma. 

She also had style. Grandma always wore leopard print—whether it was her glasses, blouse, or even her cane. She wore it proudly and with flair, and some of us definitely inherited her love for that bold pattern. She was the best-dressed grandma we knew—stylish, classy, and effortlessly put together. 

Our grandma was the rock of our family. Her love for us—her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren—was deep, unconditional, and ever-present. Her eyes would always light up or tear up when we saw her, and you could always see the heartwarming love for us in her eyes and cheerful smile. She was always so kind and generous, and always felt her genuine love and concern for her family; her family was her world. She kept us close to her heart, quite literally. Her room was filled with family photos, and we loved spending time there, looking through them and feeling how much we meant to her. 

We feel so lucky to have had her as our grandmother. Her kindness, her generosity, her strength, and most of all, her love—will stay with us forever. We are proud to be her grandchildren, and we will miss her always.