Cry for Justice of a Wife and a Mother

April 2, 2009

Just received this in my e-mail… 

 

From Lilian de Vera…please read (Jan 2009).
  
Two months ago I considered myself as one of those blessed and happiest people on earth. Why not? I married a guy who was an epitome of kindness. A guy who worshipped even the footsteps I made. More importantly, our union blessed us with a daughter who not only became the main source of our happiness….more so; she was the center of our lives.   
 
We’re simple folks who led a simple life. We felt the happiest even about mundane things and inconsequential ones that most people would only take for granted. Our joy mostly revolved on simple pleasures like a sudden trip to Jollibee or a late night marauding of the fridge for any leftovers. A perfect family with simple delights, dreams and aspirations………until that fateful night on December 5, 2008.The day my husband and daughter were taken away from me in a very violent way. That Friday night on December 5, 2008 marked the beginning of all the terror, anguish and misery in my life. 
 
In keeping with my ritual or “panata” on every first Friday of every month, I went to Quiapo Church on the above mentioned date to pay homage and respect to the Almighty One. My husband and daughter were supposed to pick me up in Pasay City after which we planned on giving our daughter a treat to Jollibee. While riding the jeep, I tried to call my husband to tell him that I was on my way to our meeting place. But despite all the calls I made, my husband remained silent. A very unusual occurrence inasmuch as he seldom missed my calls. Despite my trepidation and wonder, I took the next jeep going home and prayed that everything was alright. I even promised to myself that I would forgive my husband for not answering my calls and for forgetting to pick me up. 
 
I felt relieved when near our place my phone rung. Such relief was somehow only momentary….in fact the phone call I got was the bearer of the worst news in my entire life.  My helper called, only to tell me that my husband and daughter were shot to death by “men in uniform“. The same men who were sworned to protect innocent people from bad guys brutally slew the two most important persons in my life. They were the same men whose sacred duty was to preserve the lives of the public against all harm and danger. Yet…….they were the same men who murdered my love ones in the most cruel, savage and inhuman way. 
 
My husband’s face was unrecognizable because he was shot in the head at close range while he was kneeling with his head bowed down.. My daughter’s young body was riddled with bullets, one hit her head, blowing her brains out.., all from too powerful guns and ammunitions fired by the “men in uniform” on two innocent and defenseless persons. 
 
The “men in uniform” were allegedly on a mission to take some gang of robbers victimizing people at large. The police shot the crosswind van my husband and daughter were riding  Based on some witnesses’ narration, the police sprayed bullets into the van despite the lack of provocation or shots coming from the  van. In his last effort to save their lives, my husband grabbed my bloodied daughter and shielded her with his body while trying to run away from the police and tried to get cover from a parked jeepney  My husband and daughter were so defenseless. How can you mistake a child for a robber? How can you shot at someone who was already kneeling with head bowed, an indication of helplessness. 
 
My husband and daughter are gone…….forever. The pain I feel for their lost is too much too bear. And the only thing that motivates me to go on with life is the mission to seek justice for their senseless killing. If the people who are responsible for their death will be punished, if I could bring them the justice they so richly deserve, my pain would be alleviated. The misery I will live by will be lessened. My husband and daughter will be vindicated and I will learn to live the remaining years of my life in peace. 
 
Thus: I’m asking and begging everyone who will come across this letter/e-mail to forward the same to all your relatives, friends, and acquaintances.  Help me bring my cause to the eyes of the people capable of steering the wheel of justice to the right direction. Help me make the loudest cry worthy of attention by those people in-charge in rendering justice to those who deserve it. 
 
Strength comes in numbers; it is where the impossible becomes possible. It is also where the unattainable becomes achievable. 
 
My heartfelt gratitude for everyone who will take a moment in their too busy lives and forward this letter/e-mail to everyone they know. May God always protect you and your love ones from all harm. 
  
Lilian de Vera 

 

 

Note to ALL “men in uniform” - hope this never happens to your wife and kids.

Haircut

April 1, 2009

   my kids finally had their first decent haircut … their lola would usually cut their hair then tell me after she just did the deed which really ticks me off sometimes (ok, i’m being polite - it actually ticks me off ALL THE TIME) …would really much appreciate it to tell me BEFORE she cuts MY kids hair (i know it shouldn’t be a big deal … but what the hell.)

 

Before the haircut … her hair was actually all over her face whenever she’s at home… she does not like ponytails or pigtails…so i decided to have her very short.

guess i’m not the only one happy about her new do

 we specifically asked the stylist to give our son a mohawk … y’know like bradgelina’s maddox…

i was really picturing it as shaved sides but i guess the outcome was “semi” mohawk… gwapo parin!

 

 

after the haircut we went straight to the mall to buy some groceries and they both get to ride the …err… car-cart.. y’know the grocery cart that has a mini car in front of it…

 they were well behaved that’s why I decided to reward them with candies from CandyMix Stall …we all love the strawberry, green apple, banana candies! yum-yum!

make a difference

March 21, 2009

as a kid i never grew up in a “tight” family…i guess that explains me being an introvert. I was never close to my siblings nor to my parents. i never understood them and well they never understood me but i never blamed them for anything… i just didn’t approve with some of their “ways of discipline” and i can’t really do anything about it because i am the youngest child. growing up was really a rollercoaster ride for me because i had nobody to talk to. (aww..i know..how sad and pathetic.) i learned things the hard way and for that, i am thankful. i missed out a lot when it comes to “family bonding” and losing our dad made us see that no matter what, we are a family. a weird one if i may say.

Now that we have grown up and have our own lives and our own kids. What I pray for is that no matter what happened in the past … we would still be there for each other…”nobody gets left behind”. I do wish for our kids to have a secure future like what our parents have given to us … and i do pray for them to have a close bond with each other … pong, lara, cheska and euan. they are our new generation…. i have learned so much from my parents mistake and i have no intention of doing the same mistake to my kids or to my niece and nephew.

“simply listening to what your kids are saying  can make a difference.”

 

  
Me: ok girls…you have to know that blah-bleh-bluh-blih-blah
lara: tita what in the world are you saying?
cheska: geez mom…here we go again.

 

cousins for life

  

Dell Pasay is The New Titanic

March 20, 2009

  so after three years of pride and joy it boiled down to one thing. can’t say i’m happy…can’t say i’m sad. First thing I am thankful for is that I still have a job and pretty much secured for the next three years. Second thing that I am thankful for is that my basic pay stays the same. Third thing I am thankful for is that I am still where I am supposed to be…. what sucks big time is that the company who “acquired” the business have a bad reputation when it comes to salaries and merit increases. Well, honestly, that doesn’t worry me because we know the rollercoaster ride when it comes to labor laws and we have a trustry lawyer who kicks ass when it comes to this kind of things.

sinking ship stings especially if you don’t know how to swim

 

Sucky Company(CEO): We promise growth… blah blah crap blah blah crap blah blah! Anyone got any reactions?

Brave Dell Agent: I came from te**** and I’ve had nothing but nightmares and the reason I went to dell is because I don’t wanna have the same experience.

The Look of the CEO’s face after the comment - PRICELESS!!!

Wonder if i become ceo …. will I be saying the same bullshit to my subordinates? maybe. maybe not.

excited na ako sa mga pangarap ko!

guto ko maging drayber

March 17, 2009

 
photo from proporta

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