When supertyphoon Haiyan struck the Philippines, I was back for daughter duty in my hometown Cebu City and leaving my husband to cope with our three kids in Iloilo City, our place of residence. According to international and local weathermen, both of these cities were on direct path of Haiyan’s fury. I was racked with fear –for my family I left in Iloilo and for me and my loved ones who were in Cebu.
It was only 12 hours after Haiyan was supposed to landfall on our place that I finally heaved a big sigh of relief. And after some couple of hours more, word has reached me that thousands had died on the places Haiyan had passed by. Terrible, terrible news. Although I was relieved that Cebu City and Iloilo City just caught the tail-end of the strongest typhoon ever recorded, it also grieved me to learn that there were places and thousands of lives of both young and old who weren’t as lucky.
I cannot put into words how deeply sad and sorry I am for what happened. Words just fail me.
These are truly heartbreaking times for my beloved country. I’m just thankful that almost all of us Filipinos are doing what we can to help. I’m thankul too for all the nations of the world who helped, is helping and who is planning to help rebuild the people devastated from the typhoon. It is still a long road ahead towards recovery. Thank you and God bless you.