The word that most connotes Monsignor Bryan Walsh to me is “there”. He was there when I arrived from Cuba, a frightened boy of 15, to give me a home in which to live. He was there (with paddle in hand) when I needed discipline, and there with an open heart to give advice when I needed that. He was there, too, to get me out of trouble when I messed up.
And his being there didn’t end when I left St Rafael’s. Over the years he has been there to celebrate with our family on special occasions – our 25th wedding anniversary, my 50th birthday, our children’s graduations and weddings and grandchildren’s christenings. And he was there whenever we just needed to talk. Despite his incredibly busy schedule, he would always make time to be there.
Now that he is no longer here, he is still there for me when I say my prayers each morning because I believe that he is a saint who can intercede for us in heaven.