I can’t begin to tell you how we miss you. The mention of your name, a post of your picture, the thought of how it was having you around, makes everyone nostalgic (as one of your friends put it).
You compressed a life, solid friendships, a complicated sisterhood, a loving relationship, and your service to the people in 22 short but well-lived years. You touched so many, that almost 11 years since you passed, people are still remembering and missing you. Students who were Alec’s age when it happened are now more mature to remember you. Your contemporaries now have kids of their own, families they strive to raise in this biased world.
I have a certain sadness when I remember you. I am sad that we had to lose you. Speaking apolitically, I just want to embrace you. I just want to let you know how sorry I was for “borrowing” your things and sneaking them out while you’re asleep. I want to let you feel how proud I am of you. I’m sure Alec and Jami have their own stories. And I’m sure as hell that they’re dying to have you back.
And then I remember why we all have to suffer this loss. And it begins to be political again. This government has since played numb and dumb on the United Nations Resolution charging the Philippine Government, by command responsibility, guilty of your death, along with 3 others.
The senseless killing of young activists like you has happened before we were born, and the insecure governments don’t seem to be thinking about retiring that weak tactic soon. The impunity continues. The pain is rekindled. But one thing is for sure. You are forever remembered.
Our sister and friend. We love and miss you. Happy Birthday!