Today, Cory Aquino, former president, is being laid to rest. She is among the handful of public figures who are well-loved and revered by my countrymen, and who deserve that love and respect. All other public figures outside of this exclusive circle are vile and loathsome creatures.
I must admit that probably like many other Filipinos, I've relegated the Cory persona to the back of my mind. I have my own personal daily struggles to contend with; seasons, hardships, and illnesses to endure; dreams that have to be kept lit.
I was 23 when Ninoy Aquino was assassinated, 26 when People Power swept Marcos out of power, and now I'm 49 when Cory, Ninoy's widow, is being laid to rest; a beloved human being, public servant, and mother. I'm thankful that because of my age, I'm able to fully appreciate the events of the day.
Writing about it, though, does not do justice to the gamut of emotions and sentiments that spring from these events.
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