Three weeks ago, we buried one of our favourite, homegrown priests. Fr Hugh Joyeau was born in Trinidad’s first capital of St Joseph almost 70 years ago.
As a boy who grew up in that town and who knew the Joyeau family, it would be remiss of me to allow Fr Hugh to leave this world and be absolutely silent about it. It just could not happen. Fr Joyeau was too much of a good man and a better man of the cloth not to pay him some sort of tribute.
My relationship with Fr Hugh goes way back to when he was just a little boy growing up in the community with his many siblings. His family home was at the corner of Market and Charlotte Streets.