Yesterday morning was different. I was half awake and Cory Aquino is in my subconscious mind until when I was fully awake at about 6:30a.m. while thoughts about her just lingered on, for no reasons at all, just out of the blue, she came through. During this time, I didn’t know she died already. It was weird. Minutes later, I heard the news of her death. It was like, the spirit world comes close to reality than the physical world by contemplating on the woman that she was. The 30 minutes to 1 hour subconscious experience, somehow, something’s telling me, she died, minutes before the actual news on Saturday morning. So when the news came, I was not surprised but to some extent, I had a weird feeling when I actually saw it on television.
Corazon “Cory” Aquino. The name echoed across history along with other great men and women the world over. Months ago, I already predicted she won’t be able to sustain her life out from this ailment any longer. Just four months ago, I blogged about Francis Magalona on whom Cory paid tribute by visiting his wake. Mrs. Aquino’s only son Sen. Benigno “Noynoy” Aquino III announced from the lobby of the Makati Medical Center around 6 a.m. yesterday. “Our mother peacefully passed away at 3:18 a.m., Aug. 1, 2009, of cardio-respiratory arrest,”
2nd Day Vigil
Aug 2, 2009 , I called Roel Sinco, if he can join me to go to La Salle, Greenhills for the second day of mourning for Cory. He obliged. We meet at Rob Junction and dropped at Meralco in Ortigas. We walked up to La Salle as traffic was already heavy from here. It was 5:30 p.m. and our starting point from the end of the line is at the La Salle gate. There were two lines between here up to EDSA. We arrived at EDSA by 6:30 p.m. and was back at La Salle gate at about 8:00 p.m. We heard that a Mass is schedule from 8:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. and so we waited until it has ended. I was already tired walking and standing. We were queued next to a waray-waray family. They asked us to fill their post while they’re off for dinner, then we toke our turn after them. At about 9:30 p.m., people started moving towards the gate.
Inside the campus at the hallway towards going up the stairs to the auditorium, we saw Cory’s grandson, Jiggy Cruz. He shook hands with everyone including me. He thanked us for coming and was apologetic that we have to take the long lines in order to get in. Jun Lozada was there at the door entrance to the auditorium. It was about 10:00 p.m. already. Lozada gave me the yellow ribbon and shook hands with him. Then on we went to the queue. And before I could get to about a couple of steps near the coffin, Frank Drilon came and apologized he had to let some VIP friends to approach the casket ahead of us in the line. Then he shook hands with me too.
When my turn came, I observed there were nuns and security escorts on both left and right sides towards the rostrum. I saw Cory’s remains, lying lifeless and yet memories of her and her patriotic glory came to life again. I was relieved I did what I have to do in my own small way to give my respect and sympathy together with the Filipino people.
Consequently today, I’ve met some kababayans from Samar, namely Aillen, (whom later when we both traced our bloodlines we found out that we’re cousins), then her companions, all from Samar, Ruben, his wife and children and Gina from DAR. It’s amazing how each one in that line tonight brought with them there own stories to tell, each lives touched in one way or another by one person in the life of Cory Aquino. I finally got home at 11:30 and called it a day.
I was keeping tabs on Cory’s life since 1986. I was in Manila January that year, and Imelda Marcos was our guest speaker on our oath taking for the CE board passers on the exams given May of last year. Manila was politically unstable around this time. I went back home to Samar. At midnight of February 23, 1986, while on radio, I was praying in our barracks in Catarman where I worked. I went away from my co-workers to a secluded place where I could be alone. I was crying and praying for God to spare our nation from bloodshed if a war in Manila will ensue. The Bible verse in 2 Chronicles 7:14 inspired and guided me to pray. I kept claiming this prophecy in prayer. “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” I prayed for a softer heart for President Ferdinand Marcos and that he will adhere to what is good for his countrymen. Soon after, news broke out that Marcos fled to Hawaii already. And so people power was born. I was proud to be part of people power by way of prayer standing guard on the spiritual realms, and triumphing over every dominion of the enemy. It was not just psywar maneuvers on the political scene that was going on but in real terms it is a spiritual warfare fought in unseen grounds over good and evil.
What can I say personally about Corazon Aquino? I found her demure yet smart about what action to take as far as duty to God and country is concerned. She is quite, simple, brave, and a simply amazing woman ahead of her time and generation. She actually made a mark in her beloved Philippines that resonated to the international scene creating a precedent for political change in other parts of the world after 1986. Even after her retirement as president, she continued to work in NGO’s via her husband Ninoy’s foundation.
She attended rallies that sought to appeal for transparency in governance and moral regeneration. I saw her visibly lobbying to ensure nothing but uplift the current sorry political and moral state of the nation. It’s really a great loss for a “national treasure” such as Cory.
Along with all free, fun, freedom-loving Pinoys and people around the world, I joined everyone in giving Cory Aquino the honor and tribute that she rightly deserve. She will be missed by millions.