“Faith is not simply a patience that passively suffers until the storm is past. Rather, it is a spirit that bears things – with resignations, yes, but above all, with blazing, serene hope.” ~Corazon Cojuangco Aquino
CORY. CORY. CORY. Later today, Tita Cory will be laid to rest. I am not ashamed to say that I woke up crying today. I am crying while I’m writing this. There are just too many good memories about OUR fight for democracy and Tita Cory was our beckon of light then. The death of Ninoy in 1983 started it all. His widow, a bespectacled lady, caught everyone’s attention. Her face was pained and yet she showed such steely determination that radiated to all of us. When a petition of one million went around the country asking her to run, I signed up. I was a NAMFREL volunteer in Danao City during the elections of 1985. When she was cheated of victory, I was ready to join the underground to fight the dictatorship. During the EDSA revolution in 1986, my friends and I were in Jones Avenue, Cebu City, doing our version of People Power. And when she was finally installed as President, I felt so much a part of her victory.
CORY FOREVER AND EVER. I cheered during her speech at the United States Congress. I was never prouder as a Filipino that time. When people were questioning her legitimacy as President, I was part of the overwhelming 80% majority who voted YES to the Cory Constitution and thereby putting to rest whatever doubts about her winning the Presidency. During those fateful days of every coup d’état attempt, I suffered sleepless nights praying for Tita Cory. I shared every success and failure of Tita Cory. In recent years, even when some of her loyal supporters started turning their backs on her, I remained a true-yellow (not blue!) Cory fanatic.
REST NOW, TITA CORY. When she fell ill due to her colon cancer, I was hopeful that she’ll get better. I joined the multitude of people who prayed for her total healing. When she finally succumbed to her cancer, I stayed emotionally detached for days – hoping it was all a bad dream. Until today. Today, I pour my heart for Tita Cory. I lost my mom in 2007 and it was heartbreaking. Losing Tita Cory is like losing my mom all over again. Thank for being a part of my life. Thank you for making me proud to be a Filipino. Rest now, Tita Cory. You have won a good fight. You will forever be in my heart.