Today you will be laid to rest. My family and I are among the millions who—for various reasons—are unable to come and pay our last respects. Physically absent we may be, we are, in spirit, among those who have braved sun and rain to personally salute your flag-draped box since August 1. We were five of the millions who marched with you so democracy might be restored. Our youngest son JR, who is now a lawyer, was still a toddler but he distinctly remembers. This is a story that we have not retold for sometime.
But today, those millions—who have lain low and become eerily silent over the last few years—are waking up from stupor and are marching once again with you. This time, with their grown-up children and their children's children, so that we may all show the world how much we value our freedom.
That freedom—which we lost—was found again because you inspired us to seek it.
God’s wondrous grace during such fragile times came through a fragile but resolute widow in yellow, who sacrificed much and suffered all, with selflessness and sincerity found in so few.
We will once again remember to tell the story (and march when necessary), with renewed vigor, so we can demonstrate our courage as a people in defending our God-given rights and freedom.
Thank you Cory, thank you. We thank God for you.
4 comments:
i cried!
Aug.4 - I texted ggie: "sana kasama si grace sa necrological service ni tita cory"
Nice pics and memorabillas. I only have one- "kay cory tayo" 1986 sticker.
mabelita
Stopping by with a little bloggie love tonight!
Thank you for writing this and for posting your pictures. My parents have memoribilia and memories. They marched on EDSA too. They brought us kids along at rallies even before EDSA. We wore Ninoy T-shirts too.
As my parents recounted what happened I realized with such great force that we, their three children, could have been orphaned during those dark days. It was a moment of selfless love of country for those who were there.
Your piece made me cry. Stories beget stories. We must keep telling our stories so that others will remember to tell theirs.
Those days brought out the best in all of us. And today, it's deja vu. My prayer is that we could behave this way forever.
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