it was a memorable day that we all got to share, thanks to the marvel of television. the cathedral rites were beautiful, fr. arevalo’s eulogy sublime, and the military honors stately and dignified. the family continued to amaze and warm the heart,sharing their mom, sharing their grief, never mind that it meant being exposed to the cruel glare of lights and cameras and nosy, sometimes uncouth, media. thank you, ballsy, pinky, noynoy, viel, and kris!
but the best was yet to come. and it happened out in the streets, the people’s turf, where yellow crowds gathered in great numbers, lining the streets or marching with the casket, flashing the Laban sign and chanting “Co-ry! Co-ry! Co-ry!” it reminded me so much of the snap election campaign, when nakarating kami ng mga magulang ko hanggang lucena, quezon para lang maki-rally kay cory.
there was a brief moment when i asked myself, where were all these people, where were we, when cory was leading street protests asking gloria to resign post-garci and later in support of jun lozada? why were we not there for cory then? but now i see that it doesn’t really matter anymore. what matters is that we have rediscovered cory & ninoy and what they stood for. and i have no doubt that when the time is right, People Power will rise again, rain or shine.