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I'm sitting here in the sala with a kitten on my lap and another one trying to climb on. Cory's funeral coverage is playing on the TV and my grandmother's in the kitchen doing who knows what.
I was born on April 26, 1986... a mere two months after the EDSA revolution and while the country was struggling to get back on its feet. I don't have too many memories of those earlier years. Of course while we were watching Cory's remains being brought to Manila Cathedral, my grandparents were more than happy to tell me about what happened during those times. As my question that day was "Is the crowd anything like the one during Ninoy's funeral?", they ended up telling me about that day.
See, then, dad still lived with us and the hooman was around seven months pregnant with me. In the morning, dad and my grandparents went off to work and the hoonman was on maternal leave. Those were dangerous times for a horrendously pregnant lady and the hooman didn't know when the next random act of violence would be. The grandparents meanwhile ran a betamax rental (Yes, Video City of their time. XD) somewhere along Paranaque. Seeing as there were no customers that day, my gramma persuaded my grandpa to close up shop for the day and they took their little honey colored Volkswagen over to where they could see the procession.
There was no room to drop a pin. People were crowding the streets, seated on tops of cars and on hoods of cars, crowded around the van carrying the casket. My grandparents could only watch from a distance. If they wanted to get close, they couldn't. There were just way too many people.
Pan to a few years later... where I'm sitting here in the sala with a kitten on my lap and another one trying to climb on. Cory's funeral coverage is playing on the TV and my grandmother's in the kitchen doing who knows what. ABSCBN is playing Kris' speech again and my grandmother's slightly annoyed at the fact she keeps talking about herself. XD;
Grampa's asleep and if I had class, I prolly woulda skipped it to go to Intramuros then having had my fill of that, gone to JRU to ambush my aibou. :D
My grandparents are too old to go out there this time... the hooman doesn't wanna fight through traffic... and I'm too broke to go out there...
Back then, there was no TV to cover Ninoy's funeral procession. It wasn't a state funeral but the people turned it into one.
I was born on April 26, 1986... a mere two months after the EDSA revolution and while the country was struggling to get back on its feet. I don't have too many memories of those earlier years. Of course while we were watching Cory's remains being brought to Manila Cathedral, my grandparents were more than happy to tell me about what happened during those times. As my question that day was "Is the crowd anything like the one during Ninoy's funeral?", they ended up telling me about that day.
See, then, dad still lived with us and the hooman was around seven months pregnant with me. In the morning, dad and my grandparents went off to work and the hoonman was on maternal leave. Those were dangerous times for a horrendously pregnant lady and the hooman didn't know when the next random act of violence would be. The grandparents meanwhile ran a betamax rental (Yes, Video City of their time. XD) somewhere along Paranaque. Seeing as there were no customers that day, my gramma persuaded my grandpa to close up shop for the day and they took their little honey colored Volkswagen over to where they could see the procession.
There was no room to drop a pin. People were crowding the streets, seated on tops of cars and on hoods of cars, crowded around the van carrying the casket. My grandparents could only watch from a distance. If they wanted to get close, they couldn't. There were just way too many people.
Pan to a few years later... where I'm sitting here in the sala with a kitten on my lap and another one trying to climb on. Cory's funeral coverage is playing on the TV and my grandmother's in the kitchen doing who knows what. ABSCBN is playing Kris' speech again and my grandmother's slightly annoyed at the fact she keeps talking about herself. XD;
Grampa's asleep and if I had class, I prolly woulda skipped it to go to Intramuros then having had my fill of that, gone to JRU to ambush my aibou. :D
My grandparents are too old to go out there this time... the hooman doesn't wanna fight through traffic... and I'm too broke to go out there...
Back then, there was no TV to cover Ninoy's funeral procession. It wasn't a state funeral but the people turned it into one.