This is the priest who most formed me in my youth. He had studied at Louvain before the war. My father had been his altar boy and then I, too, had the same honor. My parents were with him when he passed away. He loved to hear Confessions. While in the 8th grade he became my weekly confessor. He was a holy man. After I made my Confession he would always say: "That was a very good Confession. Remember that it was God's grace that brought you here." I will never forget those words, or his mercy. I wept bitterly at his funeral.