It was all over the news since last week and
I can’t quite keep my eyes dry for long while watching the news on TV or
online.
It really tears me up all the time to
realize that the former Mayor of Naga City and DILG Sec Jesse Robredo is gone,
just like that. I had just arrived home when my mom solemnly told me that the
plane he boarded from Cebu City just crashed in the sea of Masbate. I tuned in to the television while
I texted a couple of friends to inform them of the news and to pray for his
safety. What else can I do?
I’m not sure if I can properly recall how I
first heard of him. I’m sure it was in high school though, probably in our
first year while his eldest daughter Aika was probably in her fourth year in
USI. She had just won in a national essay writing competition and her piece was
read in one of our classes (or was it during the flag ceremony?). It was an
essay written about one of the Ramon Magsaysay awardees and she had selected an
awardee who was close to her heart - her dad. It was a simple, short piece that
had made a deep impression on me, one of those inspiring works that made me
wish I could write well and could be as honorable if such a man truly exist.
(Years later, I wrote a piece entitled “Sino ang Tunay na Pinuno?” as a
requirement in our Filipino subject that would have to be delivered in front of
the class. Since I didn’t have the guts to face my highly competitive and uber
intelligent classmates, I didn’t volunteer to recite it up to the last minute
and ended up speaking to my teacher and a few classmates in a separate makeup
session).
Straight out of college and into the
workplace, I landed the job as program officer with less than a month to
prepare for a leadership training workshop for student org officers. One of the
modules in the workshop included the student leaders’ exposure to actual
leaders in the community. With recommendations from my bosses and those who
have ran the program before, I wrote a letter to Mayor Robredo asking if he
could spare some time for the student leaders who would like to know him and
his job. I even managed to get his contact number though I can’t recall how
I did so. Initially, he had positively responded to our invitation but when the
workshop dates drew near, he texted me again to say he was sorry he couldn’t
see us due to some emergencies in the city hall. We had invited him again on
the second run of the workshop the following year but he had to decline again
because he had just arrived in the airport from Manila (Ever since, he really did fly to get back to Naga or to any of his appointments as quickly as possible). So we redirected the group of students designated to meet him to the AXA Life Insurance office of
Mr. Alberto Bercasio, who was then the President of the Metro Naga Chamber of
Commerce, where they enthusiastically fired
questions and took notes of his own success and leadership story.
Not being a native Nagueño (I was born and
raised in Manila, with a mother from Baao and a father from Bohol and later
stayed in Baao before moving in to Naga, so tell me where I come from), I
didn’t realize he was that quite popular until I chaperoned some students to
another nation-wide leadership workshop in Antipolo where they cited him as “may
kilala akong mayor, may palabra de honor” in one of the songs played during the
program. They praised him more in the other videos that followed throughout the course. We were only
three coming from the university, but it made me a bit proud to stand up with
the students when they called for representatives from Naga City. The city
cannot fully compare to Metro Manila but I think that’s because it has its own
standards to measure itself. The locale is promising and not as congested as
the metropolis has become, thus a livable place open to growth and development.
I think much has already been said by
friends’ posts on their personal encounters with Robredo and much more has been
written on his on-going works, his family, his political career and so on. More
so will be written after his funeral and until we fully understand the
circumstances that led to his untimely demise. As I said right after learning
that his body was found, I had hoped, prayed and wanted so badly for a miracle.
How can Ina not aid her son in his dire need, he who has shown much love and
devotion to her, his family and his people? Won’t She - set aside my own
cynicism in the past - heed the prayers of those who love him so and trust her,
see how much more can he do if he were to live?
I do not know why. But despite my reasoning
that has come up short of answers, I can only comfort myself in the words of a
confessor when I repeatedly questioned whether justice can truly prevail, “We
do not know the ways of the Lord, but we can only trust that His plan is
greater and much better than what we hoped for.” I still keep the faith that
things will eventually be alright in spite of the injustices, hypocrisy,
unprincipled corruption I frequently taste in the air (forgive the
exaggeration, I am just so appalled by it). In a world where to be corrupt in position is not just a norm
but a thing to be marveled at times, his steadfast and unwavering character at
the center of a deplorable large-scale system is practically a miracle.
I guess that’s the beauty of being a believer.
You have something to strongly hold on to, though you can’t quite explain. I
suppose it is the huge difference in being unable to explain true beauty and
goodness as compared to being unable to describe one’s wrongdoings due to
feelings of uncertainty, guilt and embarrassment.
Today, he is to be laid to his final resting place at Eternal Gardens just beside Basilica Minore. I find his choice to be cremated very fitting (even I prefer it if not buried six feet under). It reminds me of the opening lines of a Stars song that says "When you have nothing left to burn, you must set yourself on fire." I have good faith to say that the light of your tsinelas leadership will burn brightly even after you've gone.
Thank you for supporting the arts through Councilor Cecilia de Asis and letting us use the Naga Civic Center during that fateful summer I fell in love with theater. Thank you for approving my uncle's appointment as physician in the City Hospital (who similarly showcases your simplicity by coming to work in laid-back but dedicated and caring style). Thank you for greeting us on our birthdays (I am still at awe at seeing the City Mayor post his greetings at our fb wall!). Thank you for making us believe that good governance, accountability and transparency is possible and that we are confident and not at loss for pointing you out as an example. Thank you for loving with your people most especially the poor and the needy. Thank you for greatly valuing your family and setting a very high standard for men to follow. How often do we find a truly good man with such steadfast character, right?
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So where does that put us now? For months
I’ve been in a hiatus but I think things have been clearing up slowly, or maybe
it’s the advancing age. There are things worth pursuing, many are not. The
warning signs are there and so are the go signals – it’s up to us to judge
aptly which one’s worth following. I wonder where my own life leads me – it seems that departing from our comfort zones is an inevitable but crucial part of lives if we want our potentials to be truly realized. The choice to come back home after leaving it for so long must be a sign that one can be so blessed to pay it back, to where our dreams were first nurtured until it achieved its best.
I don’t want Jess’ life to be cherished in
the same manner we reminisce the lives of Rizal, Magsaysay, Ninoy and Roco - people we
view with almost messianic reverence who seem to have done something no mortal man
can do – enough of that. Life is short, and it gets even shorter if it’s
unclear to us where we’re heading. They can live in us, if we quit patronizing
them only upon their deaths and act out the very best of ourselves once and for
all - starting now.
Dios Mabalos asin salamat sa Gabos, Mayor
Jess!
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| Photo courtesy of Boyet Abrenica via Apple Perez |
