Reflections on Cory Aquino’s Death

cory doll

(Cory doll)

Last August 1, former President Cory Aquino died due to cardiac respiratory arrest at the Makati Medical Center. It was already expected because she was already suffering colon cancer but I didn’t realize that it would be this early.

I watched Kris Aquino’s show, “The Buzz” (i.e. the Kris Aquino show – I rarely heard Boy Abunda’s voice all throughout the duration of the show) and listened to Kris’ narration of the memoir she wrote during the last month of her mom’s life. It made me teary-eyed and because Kris narrated it in such a way that you will feel like you were really there. I must say that she is a good memoirist.

If you’re going to ask me if I am pro-Cory, well I am not but I have great admiration for this woman because she is one person that makes me proud to be a Filipina – the first woman president of the Philippines and a fellow Scholastican too. There might be some things that I didn’t like about her administration like the CARP (Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Program), external debt that ballooned enormously, multiple coup de etat attempts and many others. Having said her flaws, she was human and that we can’t have a perfect president. Trying to fix a distorted society due to the Marcos regime was quite difficult. What I liked about her was that she tried to push the restoration of democracy and tried to live a simple life after being the president.

This afternoon, I was able to feel how it was during the day Ninoy Aquino died. At 11 am, my officemates and I were already in Ayala to witness Cory’s funeral procession. While anticipating for the moment, there were already confettis all throughout the skies of Makati, the yuppies were out in the streets and I can hear the songs being played during the 1986 revolution. I said to myself, the Makati yuppies can care much about the death of the icon of democracy but why can’t these yuppies do something to actually restore democracy than just replicating the corrupt system? Anyway, being there in Ayala felt like I was born again because during the 1986 revolution, I was just 3 years old then so I didn’t have any recollection on the People Power Revolution. It felt like there was a sudden flashback of the 80’s where wearing yellow shirts and yellow bandanas were “in” and hearing the song “Magkaisa” was everybody’s last song syndrome.

Cory’s coffin was in a truck filled with flowers and rayadillo guards (I am not sure what they’re called) and the truck stopped at the monument of Ninoy Aquino in Paseo de Roxas. I was standing in Ayala Ave. opposite Robinsons Summit and people parading passed by. The Peping and Tingting Cojuangco clan were walking in the streets (Mikee and China were walking under the heat of the sun). Everybody was shouting “Cory, Cory”. Then the truck with Cory’s body passed by. There was a moment of silence.

I was literally under the sun for 2 hours and had my skin burnt. I just realized that I have uneven skin tone when I got back to the office. But it’s alright, the experience will make you reflect of your duty as the citizen of this country.

Her death is a reminder of restoring Philippine democracy. It makes us reflect what we have done in the past years that we have been “free” from the dictatorship. However small our actions may be, it still counts.

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