Thursday, 15 May 2014 15:03
When someone close to you dies, what' s the meaning of "dying". Or what is the meaning of "living" for that matter?
I pondered deep about this when Atty. Charlemagne Aldevera, 64, a close buddy and family member (husband of my sister Bingay) suddenly passed away around Sunday midnight from what we laymen usually refer to as "heart attack". Doctors have some technical jargon for this. But it's something that comes stealthily like a thief in the night and without warning. Charlie ("Paging" to intimates) was in his usual bantering self before nightfall and before heading home for an early rest at their Dona Luisa Subdivision house. Late that same afternoon, he was a "miron" ( bystander) in the "tong-its" card games at the Matina golf clubhouse cracking his usual jokes and was laughing with the "boys" so heartily that when he left unnoticed, the boisterous laughter just died down -- also unnoticed. Unknown to his usual golf buddies, he quietly headed back to the Davao tennis clubhouse (his early passion being tennis) and again joined in the fun with his tennis buddies who have not seen him for a long time and some surprised that he unexpectedly showed up. Close to midnight, Bingay woke up seeing all house lights switched on and saw Charlie sprawled on the floor. He was not revived at all and I got a call early dawn (I was in Manila then) getting the sad news from my sisters Bingay and Doc Marj Culas. I was not surprised Mayor Rody Duterte was also on the telephone line asking me where I was. Charlie was his bosom friend of many years and closest confidante. He even later told mourners that he was prepared to let go of a long-kept secret: that Charlie was the only person he shared his deepest thoughts and sought confidential advice "on all matters" and for a long time. "He had no other interest paramount but mine alone and I trusted his instincts", Mayor Rody confessed. "Now this," with his spread hands in submissive helplessness and acceptance.
A husband and wife, in simple attire and in slippers approached me at the wake and said they came all the way from Midsayap, North Cotabato when they heard that Charlie died. "Dakog tabang si attorney sa amo" ("Attorney helped us a lot"). And they did not even bother explain what it was all about. They approached Bingay and whispered. Then they just shook my hand and quietly said a prayer and left. There were many similar stories and expressions during the wake. I am sure these are the same scenarios in every funeral wake that we attend with other departed friends and family members.
But what I am pondering about, as I said at the outset as I write this, is not totally about Charlie. His passing just woke up a few thoughts. Yes, he was a good man for those who knew him well. He always had that sunny disposition. I remember one of his last comments about so many carping and complaining about " init kaayo" ( so hot) due to the brownouts. He simply said: "Okay lang. Mas init sa impyerno siguro." ( it's okay. But it's probably hotter in hell.")
But then I asked myself: Does one have to die first for many to know how good one was? Why does a simple act of kindness or generosity remembered during wakes? In fact, why do such simple human acts, expected of everyone, turning out as exemplary deeds? Have our human standards of goodness all gone so low that ordinary , day to day ways and simple acts, have been regarded as outstanding and worth remembering? That brings me to a question many asked when suddenly the late DILG Sec. Jesse Robredo died: "why do we extol a public official like him for doing what is expected of every public official in the first place? Is being good or simple so rare nowadays that the ordinary becomes legend? Are decent public officials so few today and difficult to find that we extol the ordinary? I don't really have the answers.
They say funeral wakes are all about "paying respects" to a departed one. And time for reconciliation. Ooops... but I remember a story. It's about a politician whose political rival suddenly died. To the surprise of everyone, he was one of the first to go to the wake. His political followers thought it was an act of reconciliation and the end of a bloody political fight in their town. But nope. He was there not to condole but to see for himself that his bitter rival is indeed "gone" for good! Wakes bring all sorts of people together -- especially long lost friends. And yes, Mayor Rody, something he had never done before, took the microphone almost the whole time after midnight and soulfully sang all the favorites of his friend.
I guess funeral wakes gather everyone in one place and unknown testimonials are whispered around in quietitude to heal the pain of loss. We all know that one is not really missed until he has left. And when we gather, we pray for the departed. But I had a moment of awakening when Bingay, in one of her bursts of anguish and seemingly still in a state of denial just simply blurted out: "Please don't pray for Charlie! He is now in God's embrace. But pray for me. Pray for all of us".
Yes, indeed the departed is forever freed from the foibles of earthly life. It is us, who are still around, who need God's graces to one day also peacefully and depart in dignity -- the way Charlie and many countless others did!
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