My first memories of Hubert, some that go back some 11 or 12 years, happen to be the ones that continue to linger most clearly. It was at a regional gathering/retreat of Christian Life Community members that took place in western Pennsylvania, where I first met Hubert. I had only recently been introduced to the organization, and I recall being a bit tentative about my possible involvement. I don't remember many details about what we did there that weekend, but I do recall vividly meeting him there, and being struck by the warmth, humility and love I felt from him. I felt it in the shake of his hand, in his welcoming hug, his shy smile and quiet speech, and his very obvious devotion to God. I always looked forward to subsequent annual gatherings, anticipating the possibility of seeing him again. My sense was that Hubert was a man of God, and that I was blessed to be in his company. I did not have the good fortune to get to know him well since we lived in different cities and did not see each other very often, but whenever we did, I felt the joy of being brothers in God. I am sad that he is no longer here with us, but glad that he is now in God's presence. Merci, Hubert, for your lasting impression on my life.