Monday, July 29, 2013: "Your Cheatin' Heart" Joni James
This noon, I got a shocking text message from Irish, the teenage girl who was looking after Enrique Gonzales, that her "Tata Iking," had passed away in the morning.
I remember late last year, I visited Iking at the Chinese General Hospital in Manila. He had a massive stroke that paralyzed half of his body. Worse, he couldn't even speak, could hardly move, and it seemed he didn't even recognized me.
But I tried to speak out loudly to him, asking whether he could hear me or not. Iking was a close associate in the world of journalism. He helped me how to write. He trained and taught me how to analyze and make sports stories and do public
relations with me in the late 1980s, when he was the sports editor of the Philippine Journal, a daily broadsheet national newspaper.
I was considered as a member of his staff, at a time I wanted to learn more about Journalism. I was even accredited by the Philippines' National Press Club, through his endorsement.
I am deeply saddened to hear the sad news from Irish, who was a lovely adorable child when she was just a little girl during the time I was with Iking, who also helped me as my public relations officer in the Filipino-Chinese community.
Due to my present predicament, I couldn't even get the chance to see him for the last time. My personal condolences to his family and may his soul rest in peace.
My good old friend and my comrade, goodbye!
This noon, I got a shocking text message from Irish, the teenage girl who was looking after Enrique Gonzales, that her "Tata Iking," had passed away in the morning.
I remember late last year, I visited Iking at the Chinese General Hospital in Manila. He had a massive stroke that paralyzed half of his body. Worse, he couldn't even speak, could hardly move, and it seemed he didn't even recognized me.
But I tried to speak out loudly to him, asking whether he could hear me or not. Iking was a close associate in the world of journalism. He helped me how to write. He trained and taught me how to analyze and make sports stories and do public
relations with me in the late 1980s, when he was the sports editor of the Philippine Journal, a daily broadsheet national newspaper.
I was considered as a member of his staff, at a time I wanted to learn more about Journalism. I was even accredited by the Philippines' National Press Club, through his endorsement.
I am deeply saddened to hear the sad news from Irish, who was a lovely adorable child when she was just a little girl during the time I was with Iking, who also helped me as my public relations officer in the Filipino-Chinese community.
Due to my present predicament, I couldn't even get the chance to see him for the last time. My personal condolences to his family and may his soul rest in peace.
My good old friend and my comrade, goodbye!