I think I had had enough of videos of the destruction caused by Super Typhoon Yolanda (international name Haiyan) from the time it made a scythe-cutting landfall in Guiuan, in Eastern Samar, thence went surging to Leyte that produced a tsunami-like devastation, specifically in Tacloban City, and went on wrecking havoc in Daanbantayan and Bantayan Island on the northern tip of Cebu and more areas of Central Visayas before it exited in the South China Sea, that I don’t think I will be writing about this again.
While the destruction was mind-boggling in scope, what made it more mentally exhausting and emotionally draining are the sights of people in utter pain and misery, not just from hunger and thirst, but more so from losing hard and long earned possessions and love ones.
Hard to describe what is going on in their minds after a shocking experience culminating in dread thoughts of an uncertain future.
My eyes wells seeing at suffering children, the young whose ambitions in life are gloomily disrupted and the older people who have to start re-laying the foundation of life all over again together with what is left of their families.
Mending is going to be a long road ahead, but I am sure the resiliency of Filipinos will get them through again.
It is doubly agonizing for me, for while I live in Cebu I have fond memories growing up in Baybay, Leyte, another badly hit town, about 100 km SW of Tacloban, and visiting Tacloban as often as we could we always did for part of me, my father’s side, comes from that place. To this day I have relatives there, who, after days of anxious waiting, I finally got news that they are all safe.
I want to remember Tacloban as it was and not as it is today.
And, it, too, will rise, as resilient as the Filipinos are.