It's hard to believe that a year has passed since we lost our beloved Tita Cory.
Goes to show how fast time flies. Within that time span, a lot of things have happened;
A year ago, we had this lady sitting in Malacañang, driving this country to hell;
Today we have a President whose leadership allows us to hope again.
Our country had its first computerized elections, and I'm glad that I was proven wrong, it was successful
Ondoy and Pepeng showed how strong and awesomely heroic Pinoys can be.
A little lady became the epitome of "garapal"; as did her sons. (pwede din kup..)
As for me:
I joined this singing contest in school;
My heart was broken;
I lost my faith, only to find it again;
I cheered on my friends who took the bar;
I rejoiced with those who succeeded, wept with those who did not.
I can enumerate countless things, both good and bad. Point is though, a lot of things can happen, in a year,2...3...years.
A son can continue the legacy of his parents or destroy it;
Storms can shatter a country's spirit or further galvanize it;
A little lady and her family will redeem themselves or further establish their take-over of hell;
I finally reach the status of "guitar god'';
My law school friends and I set up a successful firm;
I finally find "the one"...
We can either choose to be hopeful or not.
I choose to be hopeful, Tita Cory's legacy taught me that hope shatters tyranny. That a shield of people armed only courage, can block armored juggernauts bent on destruction.
Tita Cory, please pray for your son, may he make you and his dad proud, may he never blemish your memory. Pray for us too, may we stand by him to protect him, may we have the strength to correct him when we have to.
(P.S. please say hi to my dad after his round of golf with Ninoy)
