Butch Raquel
SOULSPEAK: Did you come visit me last night? Was it you ringing my phone from an unlisted number at such an ungodly hour?
Were you glad I made it to the first night Holy Mass and novena in your honor a few hours earlier?
I slept early last night, moments after the novena and after a few speeches by your friends about your life, your sense of humor, your kindness, your generosity.
For some reason, I was awakened by the strong aroma of brewing coffee that assaulted my nostrils. I couldn’t figure out where that scent was coming from. I was sleeping in our room, with full air conditioning, door and windows closed. No one was probably making coffee at 11 late at night.