Roz

I remembered my first day at Twelve Cupcakes. I was early, and I greeted everyone. Roz was there, and he said something about my shoes - Vans. He was a Vans fan too. Being "sorta" the pioneer batch at Twelve, I was under his lead for quite awhile, as there was only one manager coordinating all the outlets. We were tight and we all loved him. He was nonchalant but so cool about everything.

He was a joy to everyone. He would always try and help and speak up for our fellow colleagues whenever they needed him. And he was so relatable to us (mainly the BIG BANG fans), because he was one too (although in the non-mad-fanboy way). And then I would hear him tell us stories about his crazy nights (always working two jobs? manager during the day, MC at night). Some days he would come to work hungover.

Subsequently, a lot more managers were hired and we had to rotate outlets. I was not under his care anymore, but whenever I visited his outlets, he would always greet me with a hug.

He was so dear to all of us that when he left, I was sure everyone felt a part of them got ripped out.

I only regret I never visited him at the hospital, although I did ask about him. I had hoped from the bottom of my heart that he would recover. I saw posts from his sisters that he was getting better, I thought he would heal. I thought wrong.

It feels fucking crazy. Only a few years back, we were working together. And now he has passed. But I know, he's free of pain and he is happier now. You are always in our hearts, Roz.