It was a Tuesday.
As usual, past 6:00 pm, I had to call him to fetch me at work.
Mama told me he’s playing basketball and that I have to go home on my own. I said yes.
After about thirty minutes or more, my phone rang. It was mama.
“Go to the hospital, papa was rushed.”
My heart stopped for a moment, my knees trembled.
I knew it was the day. Continue reading “Note to Self: Reminders on Coping with Loss”