I am not a writer, so definitely, I will not be able to explain, articulately, the feelings I have at this moment. Yet, I will compose this from the heart... just fill in the blanks, if need be. I am speaking and writing this with what is true to me, to my heart. As for my siblings, they have their own experiences with him and I can't justify mine to theirs.
I am a daddy's girl, had been since I can remember. Dad never failed to deliver, in his own little way. If he can't, he tells me so. Being the eldest, and assuming that I was the apple of the eye, I believed that I was favored with whatever I ask. Spoiled little creature, you see. Well, speaking generally, we were, when we were young. Don't try to deny it.
I had always dreamt of being a pedia and he knew that from the start. Yet, financially incapable, he convinced me to take up a different path instead with the promise of proceeding to what I dreamt of, after. With his guidance, I became an engineer with the bright outlook of proceeding to medicine after graduating and passing the licensure exams.
Gratefully blessed, I did pass and became an engineer. I already had plans laid in front of me to reach my goal but Little did I know that after that celebration, my dreams will be shattered and sorrow will come after. Yeah, sad to say, he was taken away from us, robbed away from us when my siblings were still too innocent to understand why this has to happen, why this had to happen.
After the paragraphs you had wasted your time reading on, you're now wondering why I became pro Mayor? Here is why..
Mayor Digong, as Davaoeños used to call him way back when, was still in Congress when it happened with our dad. Almost all sort of crimes were rampant: Robbery, murder, rape, drugs, name it, we had it. And yeah, my dad's case and several other kidnapping cases wasn't extra-ordinary when it happened outside of his watch. It was More than 25 years ago, yet, for me, it was still fresh as it was yesterday. Especially these days when the good Mayor was illegally seized with no due process.
Going back to what happened, When he was reelected, everything became still. Every crime was on a pause/on a halt, if it wasn't in slow motion. You can see discipline, fear and respect.
Yes, we didn't really get the justice that we were looking for and deserved, but the promise that there will be no other victims after us gave as assurance to forgive, let go and let God.
Fast forward to today, it hurts me and hurts our family as well, with what happened to the good Mayor. I am left bleeding, teary eyed and at times crying, together with most Filipinos, for the injustice that has happened to the good Mayor. You will never understand. You will never ever understand the respect and love the Davaoeños will have for him.
I and my family may never see justice for our dad but I am fervently praying that PRD will see his justice in his lifetime. With that, I will cease to find ours. For the future of my children and my children's children and so and and so forth.
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