Just received the most disturbing text. . .

"Uncle A passed away." I immediately called my mother, although I shouldn't have. Her world fell apart. I'm speechless. As in tulala in Tagalog. I can't accept the harsh reality of death. I don't want to cry, but deep inside, I'm hurting. But seriously, what can I possibly do?

I knew very little about his condition. But I didn't expect that he'd go so soon.

He was a good man. He was loved by many in our town. He loved dressing up too. My fondest memory with him? When he asked me to give him a Ray Ban sunglasses (which I did. It was so cute because he made lambing). Haha. Mama said he's proud that I've accomplished quite a lot in my age (and I really should acknowledge it too). And because of him, I just forgot all the angst that I have about myself. I will miss him. But I know he's with Lolo and Lola now. Rest in Peace.