The many times I cried

August 11, 2009 at 1:20 pm 1 comment

vir2If to some, crying is a sign of weakness, to me it is a sign of strength and a way of letting out emotions.

I don’t know why, but my lachrymal glands profusely shed out tears whenever I hear gory incidents, when some persons dear to me passed away and when I see street children and poor families living in shanties and squalor environments. Of course, in those moments of shedding out tears, I do it privately and at most confined to the four corners of my room.

There were three private persons (aside from members of my family) whose passing away made me cry. I cried because of the thought that they were gone. I cried because in one way or another they have made a difference in my life- affected me by their personal touch and associations with them.

I cried when my former boss Jose Patalinjug, Jr. of the Department Of Agrarian Reform- of the then Second Rural Development-Land Settlement Project ( a World Bank assisted project in Agusan del Sur, Bukidnon and Capiz), passed away.

He was an idol because of his expertise in development planning and the many pieces of advice he gave me on my professional work. Ours maybe was of mutual admiration as he was constantly telling me that he believed in my skills and talents. I was very young then in 1979 when I joined the project. He honed me in development programs- planning, monitoring and evaluation, and at tender age of 23, I was promoted as a division chief handling development planning for the three settlement areas mentioned earlier.

Dad Joe as I dearly called him, succumbed to a heart attack in early 90s and I can’t forget the many good deeds he had done to me both personal and professional.

My baptism of fire in radio broadcasting was through Andy Tamayo, one of the broadcasting pillars in Pangasinan in early 60s. I cried when he died because that man had ,indeed, provided me an avenue to a work where I was not used to. I could still recall in 1987 when I resigned from my work in Manila . I was jobless but was not in a hurry to find one. I decided to have a vacation and later on try to find a work in the province.

One day, my father was confined in a hospital in Dagupan City . I was charged to look after him in the hospital. Riding on a jeepney on my way to the hospital, the driver’s radio was tuned in to Bombo Radyo Dagupan. During a break, it was announced that the radio network was in need of a station manager for a newly opened station in San Fernando , La Union. That announcement lingered in my mind. I told myself, “why don’t I give it a try?”

The next morning I went to the radio station with my credentials. I looked for Andy Tamayo- a diminutive man, a smoker like me but with a sunny disposition.After a brief interview and an audition, he yelled “ you are the man I am looking for!”. I was happy that I found a job on that day. Yes, I cried for Andy Tamayo because of his unassuming ways and for giving me important pointers in broadcasting.

I cried again when Governor Aguedo F. Agbayani passed away. Who would forget the grand old man of Pangasinan and considered by many leaders as a “legend” for serving the province for the longest time any governor has ever had.

It was in a political campaign in 1992 when I first met Governor Aguedo. He was already old with a cane supporting him. In one of his sorties in Villasis, I was privileged to introduce him to the political leaders. Since it was my first time to introduce the man, I researched about him and painstakingly wrote down the many achievements he had done in the province and in the Halls of Congress.

That introduction opened new doors for me. After his message, he approached me and said, “ If I win this election, are you willing to join me at the Capitol?”. Of course I felt elated and readily accepted his offer. He won that election and the rest was history- I worked with him for three years at the Urduja Building in Lingayen.

I cried when he was gone not because of the work but he’s a man whose wisdom was incomparable. He treated me as a son that in many private moments that we talked, he would always say, “Vir, in everything you do, family comes first.” His fatherly pieces of advice are still with me to date and the mere thought of him will be followed by a tear and a sigh.

I thought those persons were the last whom I grieved for. But early morning last August 1, I was surprised to hear over the radio ( I was still awake at that moment) that former President Corazon Aquino passed away at 3:18 in the morningI don’t know really that all of a sudden tears kept rolling down on my face. I can’t help it but I was crying for the greatest woman this nation ever produced.

I was not personally associated with her, but in 1983 up to the EDSA Revolution I was already a part of the August Twenty One Movement (ATOM) and the Justice for Aquino, Justice for All (JAJA). After the death of Ninoy Aquino, I involved myself in mass actions in Manila . I was then a part of the signature campaign group for Cory Aquino to run against Marcos in an snap election in 1986.

Cory was then reluctant to run, but she was persuaded by people because she was seen as the only person at that time to unify the people. She ran and almost lost the presidency. Had it not been for the EDSA revolt, she could not have been installed as president. But God was on her side- she became president and governed this nation with her unending faith and spirituality. She restored democracy and now referred to as an icon in championing freedom without bloodshed.

I cried for Cory. The woman in yellow is forever gone- but her memories still linger on forever.

Entry filed under: Opinion.

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Jose B. Patalinjug III  |  February 4, 2010 at 12:58 pm

    hi, im the son of JPP Jr., i was just searching the net and came across your article…. now tears are flowing… thank you for the good words your said about my father… indeed, he was a good man, and we miss him dearly.


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