Teddy Boy Locsin's Eulogy for President Cory Aquino

I caught the replay of the late President Cory Aquino's necrological service last night. I had to shed a tear when Mayor Lim gave his last salute by her coffin. I finally broke down during her bodyguard's (Mel Mamarin) eulogy and when he gave his last and quite long salute to Cory Aquino. I also couldn't fight back the tears during Peping Cojuangco and Ninoy's Sister Maur's eulogies. But the last one, TEDDY BOY LOCSIN left me in awe, in great sadness and again in tears.

Since President Aquino's death last Saturday, people have been quoting her speeches when she was President. I quickly researched who her speech writer was and realised it was Teddy Boy Locsin. Admittedly I find him "pogi" and when he used to be more active in the media before, find his writings really good. Although much credit ought to be given to Tita Cory for delivering her speeches really well, with such generosity and passion, I believe we ought to give a hand to Teddy who wrote those words and allowed for Tita Cory to deliver them and inspire us Filipino people.

I found the transcript of his eulogy in Jessica Zafra's blog and would want to share this to people as well. There's a tinge of jealousy I believe for I hope that when I die someone can write and share a beautifully written eulogy such as this.

Rest in Peace Tita Cory. May you bring us ever closer to Mama Mary - to God.

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Teddy Boy Locsin's Eulogy

Throughout thirteen years of martial law, until I laid eyes on her again, I never thought that I would ever see the end of it. Least of all that my father would survive it. I am not much given to prayer or pious reflection but when I could set aside my anger, I prayed my father would see democracy again.

Late one afternoon, in San Francisco, I got a call. It was from Cory Aquino, for whom I had written one speech after her husband’s assassination. She said she had accepted Marcos’s challenge in a Snap Presidential Election. I put down the phone, and packed my bags, and reported to her at the Cojuangco Building.

I knew then she was the answer to my prayers. What I did not notice was that the closer we came to victory, which is to say the farther the prospect receded that the Marcos regime would survive, the less I felt the anger inside me. As each day passed, bringing me closer to the day I could get even, the less I felt the need for it as I spent more time with the woman who alone could make it possible.

I did not notice, but I was no longer looking back in anger, or looking forward even, to victory and vindication. Only now do I see. I had lived with my anger so long, only for the day to come when it no longer mattered to me. The only thing that counted was that I was living every day to the fullest, bringing out the best in me—for someone else. A dream I hadn’t had since I was a boy, feeding on stories of chivalry, had been achieved. I was serving a woman who was every inch a sovereign, all the more for scorning the slightest pretension to the role.

I did not realize it, even when I was already in the Palace, by the side of the President—among all her advisers, I like to think, the one who loved her most.

It never again occurred to me that I had scores to settle. And not until today, that I had passed up every chance to get even.

From the moment I came in from the airport and reported for duty, and she gave me in return the same smile she gave me on her deathbed, I never noticed… Not when I was with her in the campaign when she corrected me for not looking at the people I was waving at… Nor when I was with her in the presidential limousine looking intently, for her benefit, at the crowds at whom I waved… I never noticed anything. Except that I was with the only person that I would ever want to be with.

I certainly never noticed that I had left my anger behind. I don’t know how it happened. Except that Cory Aquino ennobled everyone who came near her. I have tried to say it publicly but never could finish. If you saw me as I felt myself to be, anyone would fall in love with me. I saw myself in that hospital room, a knight at the bedside of his dying sovereign, on the eve of a new Crusade, oblivious to the weight of the armor on his shoulders for the weight of the grief in his heart.

And because she always doubted my ability to be good for very long… Indeed, when my wife told Ballsy that I prayed the rosary at Lourdes for her mother’s recovery, Cory said, “Teddy Boy prayed the rosary? A miracle! I feel better already.” Because she doubted my capacity for self-reformation, she made it effortless for me by being herself. I did not notice that I was doing right by serving a woman who never did wrong. I am not sure how to take this moral self-discovery. It is so unlike myself. But if it will bring me before her again, I am happy.