Harold Theriault

Harold “Junior”Theriault was the kind of person who made you feel seen the moment you met him. I’ll never forget the time he helped me fix my bike at the community center—his hands were steady, his voice warm, and he never once asked for anything in return. He had this rare way of making everyone around him feel like they mattered, whether he was chatting with a stranger at a local event or laughing with his kids over a game of catch. Junior was the kind of guy who believed in people, in community, and