#ULOG 0.003| Sir Roger’s Passing

The cell phone that I always carry with me is inside the upper pocket bag. Though I seldom use it now because I have my Hauawei P9 Lite is more durable, fast and easy to use, but battery drain so easy when I’m taking a lot of photos.

(Winnie is my nickname to my friends. Babaylan is the name I used for Ma'am Fe)

Yesterday, I wasn’t aware that my good friends texted me in a separate time. I didn’t hear the text tone because it was in the bag or maybe the tone isn’t loud enough for me to hear it, right beside me is the indoor floor mounted type air con that hum so loud, I can barely catch it when somebody is calling out my name.

I only discovered the text around 6 pm when I was in the jeep going home. I was aghast, saddened, distress, in sorrow and the feeling like I am crying (not in the literal sense) but deep down inside I know I’m crying. My friend Fe was in the hospital that time when I received her text message, her message sends a bad signal into my spine; Sir Roger had a stroke, critical. I know what critical means, I had to prepare to for the worst, and nobody can say when the time it will strike but it’s inevitable! I’m so tired when I got back home, I texted ma’am Fe back including her friend who was with her when they brought sir Roger at the hospital before I went to sleep and waited for a response. I woke around 11 pm expecting there is a message from ma’am Fe, there was none. I know something is not good, I thought to myself.

Checking on my Facebook account this morning looking for ma’am Gie’s post to see if there’s any news about Sir Roger, I felt cold and sad when I saw her post that she bidding goodbye to him and how he will sorely miss!

And I’m deeply sad.