First of all, I am not from Tacloban City.
I'm from Burauen, Leyte. That puts me and my family at about 45 km from the center of this catastrope. The nearest beach from my town is about 30 km away. So when Yolanda ravaged Eastern Visayas on November 8, 2013, we were fairly safe from the storm surge. A blessing, yes. Nonetheless, the rain and wind were still capable of so much destruction.
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My street after the super-typhoon. Brgy. Dist IX, Burauen, Leyte |
Owing to our location, we were spared from the sight of death (bless their souls). Life after Yolie was hard. But when I learned about how harderrrrrr it was for people in places such as Tanauan, Palo and Tacloban, I couldn't, wouldn't complain.
My mother is a born-and-bred Taclobanon and my 79-year old grandma still resides in the Diit area. We spent summers at a beach that has a view of the San Juanico Bridge when I was young so you probably get the idea. My uncles, aunts and about a dozen cousins live there too. We were worried sick about their safety but thankfully they were all alive and safe. Their stories of survival turn my heart into marshmallow and my knees in to Jell-O. Thank God forfor that three-story unfinished building that they were able to climb to.
For the sake of this blog, I will henceforth refer to Yolanda as Y.
The Y experience has taught me so much about love for my family and you know, survival instincts. But here are other things that she has taught me.
Read on: think, laugh and cry with me.
1. You know the old adage that says "No news is good news"? Well that's bull. Not knowing what's really happening leads to a whole new level of ignorance that breeds fear; and fear is contagious, it spreads really really fast. 'Y' happened on a Friday. The next day, rumors were spreading that Sec's Roxas, Soliman and Gazmin and Mayor and Councilor Romualdez have perished. The Tacloban Dome has allegedly collapsed and thousands of people were trapped inside. We were already too psyched, how much more could we handle? Of course we would learn about a week later that it wasn't true. The Dome was still up but it was true that many people have perished. And Roxas and Romualdez were alive, very much alive actually that they were doing a cat and mouse. Hmm hmm.
What else? Stealing and looting: TRUE (But I don't judge). Rape and murder: Did this really happen? Tsunami is coming: proceed to item number 2.
My home just fresh off Yolanda.
2. Stop, Look, Listen. Sunday after 'Y' was the first time that the sky cleared up. It was a beautiful night, perfect for sleeping. But NO! At about 11 pm I was roused from my sleep because there was too much noise coming from the street. Blaring headlights and blowing horns made me ask my brother to get up and check out what's happening. He learned that people were moving to higher ground because a tsunami was coming. I scooped up my baby and me and my siblings together with my grandparents decided to go home and join my parents.* In case there really was a tsunami at least we would all be together. But where was the water? And isn't an earthquake like a prerequisite to having a tsunami?? Apparently no one was thinking about that, including me. There was just pure panic. I don't know how many thousands of people were marching, driving motorcycles, cars and trucks. Wheel chairs, tricycles, name it! It was like the Exodus was coming to life. But where was the water? None. Nada. Waley. Whoever spread that lie must have had a hidden agenda. Or maybe there was a mother who was calling her daughters "Chona"and "Mae". Chona Mae. Tsunami. Someone must have heard it and sounded the alarm. But we learned to 'Stop, Look and Listen' first in Girl Scout. The rules have not changed.
3. Let it go. We love keeping knickknacks. High school notes, grade school grad programs, dried flowers, broken rubber duckies. Anything that reminds us of something. But when those anythings get drenched in wet and you try to sort things out, you would end up asking yourself "Why on earth have I been keeping this?" You would end up keeping just the most important things. What a wonderful way to clean up. Let it go, let it go. We did have a ticket to watch a Sarah Geronimo concert on 15 November, a week after 'Y'. Plane tickets and hotel reservations were set. But we decided to let it go because of other pressing and more important things at hand. :( Plus with our damaged house, we were just not in partey mood.
4. The Little Things. No electricity? Thank you full moon! Broken roof? Wonderful view of the blue sky! There were so many simple things that I never really noticed before that took center stage: candles, transistor radio, sardinas, milk cartons for pamaypay, an old AMA tarpaulin that we used to cover our broken window. For my daughter, the biggest entertainment were the flying planes and choppers overhead. We would chase them until they were out of sight. For her it meant fun. For me it meant hope: there were people out there who cared and help is coming.
5. And help did come. Be grateful. There are not enough words to express how grateful we are to all the Government and Non-government Organizations that helped us. After Y ravaged us, there were barely any stores that opened. Those who did would limit the items you can buy: 3 cans of sardines only. There were no gasoline stations so we couldn't easily transport to other places. Cash was running low. Relief goods came in the form of rice, noodles and canned goods. Of course food can't solve all the problems but at least that's one hell of a burden off our shoulders. Besides, who knows what could happen if people go hungry. Even if we have to make pila all day to receive those goods we wouldn't mind.
Where I spent high school: The Burauen Comprehensive National High School
6. Patience is a virtue. And you need to have it. What with all the queuing that you have to go through to receive your relief goods. Or when buying pan de sal. Or when buying gasoline. Queuing became a way of life that after a while, it became the norm.
7. Have faith. Be strong. Move forward. Six am of November 8, 2013 will always be one of the worst mornings of my life. I mean, we knew that Y will be very strong but we never imagined it would be that strong. And I got scared. Not for myself but for Celestine whom I was carrying in my arms, wrapped in a blanket. From time to time she would peek from underneath and ask what was going on. Well, nothing great was happening. Half of our house's roof was gone. Everything that have looked perfect and homey an hour ago was just damaged. The first time I stepped out of the door after the first half** I could barely recognize the street that I grew up in. But we should recognize the fact that after all the destruction we should move forward. That's a bitter pill to swallow for those who lost everything. But if not forward, where to?
Me and my baby. She's a joy in the midst of difficulties. I, on the other hand, am too dark and too haggard for obvious reasons :)
8. Roll your eyes. After all that the people of Eastern Visayas has been through, there are still some people out there who say some not so good things. Calling us aswangs, mangkukulams, kriminals, hampas lupas and that we deserved the ordeal because God has punished us. I'll roll my eyes loud enough for you to hear and I say no one, not even you naysayers deserve something as horrible as Yolie.
I've been picking my brain this whole November for a Yolanda anniversary post and these are some of the reflections I realized. The whole story has been recounted so many times, in the news, in papers. But in my heart I will always hold the personal lessons I learned in life because of this experience. You will never know what you are capable of until something as massive as this happens. You will never know how much charity a human heart is capable of until you are the one who is at the receiving end of it. I cry out of sadness when I hear sad stories in the news. But I smile too whenever there are stories of hope, love and charity. This whole thing is bittersweet.
What are your thoughts twelve months after super-typhoon Yolanda? Share your thoughts.
Thank you for visiting my blog today. XO
Carissa
*since our house was damaged, we moved every night to my grandparents' house to sleep
**you know how it clears up when the 'eye of the storm' passes by? There was a brief period of about 10 mins that the winds and the rains stopped so that's our reference for the two halves. Before the 'eye of the storm' passed by and after.