Ayala Avenue, Makati City12:56pm 03 August 2009
The noon sun was blazing as throngs of people marched towards the intersection of Ayala Avenue and Paseo de Roxas. All were in high spirits as anticipation grew exponentially from the impending appearance of our beloved former president. Risking a reprimand from my superiors, I trudged in mid-step hurrying towards Insular Life Building. The heat was excruciating, un-alleviated by the downpour that greeted us this Monday morning. Despite the arid conditions, and my formal attire, this was of little relevance to an objective that goes beyond the semblances of personal comfort. Foregoing my lunch break, and ignoring a possible crash later that afternoon, I kept my steady pace. This was the least I could do for her. To pay my possibly last respects to a great woman whose unwavering integrity paved the way for the reestablishment of our nation's democracy. Her willing kindness shone hope that our humanity can still weather the most daunting of circumstances, and my humble sacrifice amidst the afternoon heat and an aching stomach seems trivial and incomparable to what she has so willingly offered to our country, despite the choice of a sheltered life for her brood, beyond the prying reach of her and her late husband's detractors.
I offer here pieces of what transpired in the streets of Ayala, Makati this afternoon. In offing to those whose circumstances prevented them from the opportunity of paying their respects to our beloved heroine. May this be an entry that I will look back later on to remind myself that once Martial Law was a reality, and the multitude of advantages and freedoms we relish today is indebted to her, and the countless masses that chose to fight in the face of a looming adversity. To uphold what is our birthright, and ensure a future of better days for our generation.
3 redmarks:
i still cant believe that she's gone..
Me neither. But by ensuring that our generation don't forget what she stands for, the values she believes in, and the struggle she endured, she'll never truly be gone.
We can only be thankful for the short but fruitful time she shared with us on this Earth. Hers was a story that is witness to the possibility of greatness beyond circumstance, and affecting change through grace and compassion. Not by fear, nor subjugation, nor by coercion, nor by conspiring. But by the simple dedication to the common good, and the belief that kindness will only beget kindness.
Her battle has yet to find its conclusion. And the impetus to continue it must come from each and everyone of us. The time to relinquish being mere observers is now.
Thanks for stopping by, sir.
yes.. her battle is yet to find conclusion.
i told wanderer, at first i don't really feel anything about her death, when she could do so much about reform, justice and economy. but then as the day ends during her funeral, i realized, choosing a task like leading a country is also a great endeavour worth remembering... to govern a country, when a mother ought to govern her family first. admirable.
she is an excellent symbol yet, the funeral and all that spark during that day, are mere addiction of filipinos to the drama.
got a new blog pala, red.
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