We entered La Salle Greenhills around 2am, greeted by tons of flowers of sympathy and by ushers carrying food (puto pao).
It started to rain when we got to the top of the gym. But the rain didn't feel all that bad or probably for some it didn't really matter because at that moment everyone's mourning.
Tita Cory looked peaceful, very white.She looked different probably due to the effect of her sickness and her glasses off. She was wearing a very yellow dress. The moment was brief but full of respect. I cannot think of any other word to describe and feel at the moment. It was all about respect for a woman who gave her life doing every good thing she can for the country. She could have chosen the quiet life shying away from the dirty politics. It was easy for her to choose that path, but she didn't and for that we owe her a whole lot.
Her house is a modest one in Quezon City, in a street where everyone can pass by --- which speaks of her humbleness. As a child, its always a treat attending mass with her presence in the church in Times St., a thing she does like any other normal people would do.
It's not surprising how people can endure 2-8 hours of lining up just to see her. It was not a hard task to pay respect to a woman like that.
Truly, everyone can fall for her more than one time as read by Ninoy's poem beautifully sung by Jose Mari Chan. We loved her when she sacrificed a peaceful family life, we loved her for being strong as a president, for still fighting for the right things and leading us, and now until death we still love her for everything she has done and what she is continuously changing.
Now we know Filipinos haven't succumbed to apathy. That we would still flood the streets not only by anger but also to show our great respect for someone who sacrificed a lot for the country. Thank You Tita Cory, may your spirit live on and change all of us for the better :D
Corazon Cojuangco Aquino (1933 - 2009)
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