Just sometimes, there is a man, I won’t say a hero, because, what’s a hero? Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there.
Robert Gernaey was such a man. This Belgian priest called Normandy his home since 1953, and cared about the wellbeing of 16 happy little villages. He made a pulverizing impression on all he met, including me.
For more than 20 years he was a soulmate. He was wise beyond believe, painfully honest, tolerant, open-minded, and kind. I’ll miss his grumpiness, the sparkle of his eyes, his razor-sharp logic. I’ll miss the long conversations on life, the universe, everything. I’ll miss the friendly dueling between my atheist logic, and his solid faith.
Robert passed away yesterday.
To live in the hearts of those you love, is not to die.