On 5 February 2020, Juan Carlos Duque, a Colombian focolarino died in an accident in the Fiore Centre in Lima, Peru where he lived in the focolare. A few days earlier, in preparation for the priesthood, he had been ordained a deacon during a joyful community celebration. We bring you a letter of farewell written by Gustavo Clariá, who lived with him in the focolare. Dearest Juan Carlos, Just as I had done so many other times, I asked you to help me. Even though I had the password, I couldn’t get into my e mail account to answer some messages. It was lunch time but, as always, you took on my problem and solved it in your usual speedy way. Lunch was no different from any other day: we talked about some serious matters but there was also a lot of joking and laughter. Your laugh was unmistakable; you were happy when we were altogether. At the end of the meal, you were the first to stand up and collect the dishes. And then you left in a hurry to go to “your” Fiore Centre. You wanted to adjust the large water tank which had been unused for some time. I, on the other hand, went to rest. After a few minutes, my mobile rang. It was Pacho: “Juan Carlos has had a serious accident … he made a false move on the roof and fell down … he died instantly …”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Everything in me was refusing to believe what my ears were hearing. I only managed to say, “My God”, “My God”, “My God”, “My God” … I don’t know how many times I repeated it and I continued to do so, in silence, while Mario and I ran to the nearby Fiore Centre. When we arrived, we couldn’t believe what we saw. That moment, 3.15 pm on 5th February, changed our lives. Nothing was as it had been before before and we had to accept reality. You know, I went to the chapel three times. I was confused and asking for some explanation, “Why has this happened?”, “We have given our lives to follow you – and you – whose side are you on…?” Silence. The third time you answered me, “You still have so much to lose.” I came out almost feeling humiliated because I realized that I was far away from where you, Juan Carlos, had arrived. We thought that you were preparing for the priesthood… in reality you were preparing for the most important meeting in life. As the hours went by and we continued to ask “help my unbelief,” that tragic fall that we had seen with our own limited vision, was gradually transformed, with the eyes of faith, into a masterful “flight” upwards. Yes, friend and brother, it wasn’t a fall, it was a Flight. You had already told us at your ordination to the diaconate on 25th January. You reminded us of Philip Neri, that wonderful saint from Tuscany who, when he was appointed monsignor, threw his hat in the air, exclaiming, “Paradise, Paradise.” He was not interested in the title, only the encounter with God … And that is where you are now, together with those who have gone before you. Goodbye, dear Juan Carlos till God wants us to gather again, altogether, never to be parted. We will miss your joy, your laughter, your cooking – arepas and salted chicken – your readiness to help and your concern for each one of us. We will miss your ability to solve problems and to “make life exciting”, your transparency and radicalness as a simple focolarino, a friend of Jesus. You remain a beacon of light that accompanies and guides us always.

Gustavo E. Clariá