Harold Gomes wanted us all to be brave. That’s because he was. “A warrior,” is how his little sister described him. A “tender” and “authoritative” one, she said before his funeral Mass. As long as I knew him, he was on a ventilator and in a wheelchair, with muscular dystrophy. And yet, even in the confines of his illness, he lived so free.
Lourdes, France, was where he felt a closeness to God that changed his life. It made him determined to be light in the darkness of the confusion of the world.
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