“Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is-his good, pleasing and perfect will.”  Romans 12:2

kiko2Francis Magalona is now being laid to rest as I write.  it’s been almost a week now since he passed on and so many praises had already been said.  honestly, the moment i learned of his death, i instantly wanted to write about him.  but what really do i know about him except at a distance?  so i held back and watched on GMA7 as everyone close to him share anecdotes of what he was, as they all knew him.

the reason why i really feel sad is somehow because of the connection that we have.  i grew up in his Bagetsera.  bagets, that’s entertainment, breakdancing, spray nets, and tusok pants.   those were the years when we were bridging the gap from the age of the young to the age of the restless.  and it was a happy era.  a carefree generation.  a joyful batch.  so that in his death, a part of my bagets life died too.

looking back, i am truly amazed about how Kiko, as he is fondly called, was able to accomplish so much in such a short lifetime.  his life, as we all see it, was a full life.  he was all over the place. no lulls, no emptiness, no gaps.  his death was an exclamation point to a statement whose message we must all learn from.  and that statement is not to take life for granted.  ours is but just a journey. and whatever we can do today to make the world a better place as we pass by, then by all means, JUST DO IT. and NOW!

morbid as it may seem, and somehow a bit funny, i am already designing in my mind a slide show which i would want to be shown in my own wake or funeral with matching musical score.  i have even joked with bhoy that when i die,  i prefer that i also be cremated so that they will always have me close to them.  because you see, cancer or without, we are all dying in a different kind of way.  but then again, all that would no longer matter to me when i die.   but what is important now, is how i shall be living the days ahead of me fully. (how i wish with the same kindness, compassion, courage and drive that Francis M had).  we just need to be prepared and remember that everyday  is a gift.  a day that leads us closer to Home, and be with our Creator for eternity. 

kikoall of  Francis’ accomplishments and passion were already enumerated in all the other articles and blogs written about him.  i think, the real message of his life  is for us to reflect it in our own.  our life shall be measured by our good deeds, the trials that we overcome and  the people whose lives we touch.  and that is what Francis M had become.  over and above the accolades, he will be remembered as a man who truly cared, a man who truly loved, a man who truly lived.  touch act to follow, but then again, as Jesus’ sacrifice would not have been in vain, so should Kiko’s death.  Kiko lives for as long as we instill in our hearts his child-like submission to our Father’s will. 

(Francis Magalona)
So many faces, so many races
Different voices, different choices
Some are mad, while others laugh
Some live alone with no better half
Others grieve while others curse
And others mourn behind a big black hearse
Some are pure and some half-bred
Some are sober and some are wasted
Some are rich because of fate and
Some are poor with no food on their plate
Some stand out while others blend
Some are fat and stout while some are thin
Some are friends and some are foes
Some have some while some have most
Every color and every hue
Is represented by me and you
Take a slide in the slope
Take a look in the kaleidoscope
Spinnin’ round, make it twirl
In this kaleidoscope world
Some are great and some are few
Others lie while some tell the truth
Some say poems and some do sing
Others sing through their guitar strings
Some know it all while some act dumb
Let the bassline strum to the bang of the drum
Some can swim while some will sink
And some will find their minds and think
Others walk while others run
You can’t talk peace and have a gun
Some are hurt and start to cry
Don’t ask me how don’t ask me why
Some are friends and some are foes
Some have some while some have most
Every color and every hue
Is represented by me and you
Take a slide in the slope
Take a look in the kaleidoscope
Spinnin’ round, make it twirl
In this kaleidoscope world



2 thoughts on “Francis M-ang kababayan ko, bagets forever

  1. nice angel! peace b with u! may francis’ soul rest n peace & think he is uplifted with your blog for him.

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