Tita Cory

I was six then and she was all over the place. They say she wore yellow a lot but I never really noticed; our TV was black and white. She was one of those people other people talk about (a lot) but I was six then and I never really cared. But they say she was the President.

I may not have learned to appreciate her presidency until long after it was gone but I know she survived it. And I know, she did well - or that's what they wanted me to believe in grad school. But she was my President and I loved her, regardless. I even love her kids err.. I love Kris.

I met FVR once. Shook ERAP's hands once. Threw up at the sight of GMA several times over. But I never got to meet Cory. I once saw Kris in Discovery Shores while I was frolicking in Boracay. I even panicked when Josh came running towards me. I ogled at Baby James and even wondered how much yaya was getting paid. That was how close I came to meeting Cory, by association. But still, she was my President.

Miles away, I also feel the loss of a great leader. And as crazy as this may sound, this has made me cry. Looking back, I realize that even back then, even when I was still six, I had already voted for her. She was my President.

Tita Cory, you will be missed. May your soul rest in peace.