Kelly Cullen

Fourteen years ago an angel was taken from earth and welcomed into the arms of our Lord. Brother Kelly, you are forever missed

Forever in our hearts. Forever missed. Forever in our memories.

I live in VA and Brother Kelly came into my life in July when my Mother unexpectedly passed away. Having attended Mass at San Luis Rey Mission the last 20 years she unfortunately had never become a registered member. Unable to hold her service in the Serra Center, Brother Kelly said "she must have the service she deserves" and offered to hold it in the Retreat Chapel. He was a blessing when we needed it the most and the service was so warm, inspirational, and personal. Everyone there...

I met Brother Kelly more than 20 years ago in Guatemala. My friend Karen told me we were on for dinner with some of our compatriots, including a "priest." I gently suggested that I wasn't the type of person to hang out with priests, but Karen said, "This guy isn't like any priest you've ever met." That was an understatement! What a vortex of energy Brother Kelly was! I can remember that first time we all broke bread together for a fantastic meal with witty conversation with the "Gospel...

Kelly was the best friend of my brother, John, since first grade. Kelly would come into our home as a force of nature--We all loved him like another brother. His laugh was wonderful and his view of life something very special. I wish I could have known him in his adult life. As we all struggle to have Faith watching him live his life serving God and man would have made the struggle less difficult. I feel a great loss at his passing.

My deepest sympathies to his brothers and...

Brother Kelly was to say at least, "phenomenal." He filled a room with such warmed and love, that was truly inspirational and contagious. In the several retreats I participated at SLR, the most treasured was Brother Kelly's a Capella tunes. I will miss him, but truly feel blest for the chance to know him. Brother Kelly, Rest peacefully in the arms of the Lord. ~Cindy Charron

I can’t remember ever “meeting” Kelly. He was always just “there.”

A younger brother of some eighteen months, he was there defending our right flank against hostile neighbor kids encroaching our territory. Or even a pair of elder brothers who we couldn’t always count on to be the good guys.

Kelly was there in our Spokane days carrying on the Cullen tradition of building forts out of requisitioned picnic tables. He was jarring bees in the hot summers or laughing...