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tangina niyong lahat na nag iinvalidate sa nanay ni rene at kino compare pa sa parents ni divine, people grieve differently, it’s multifaceted, anong karapatan niyong husgahan yung nanay na nawalan ng anak??
It’s past midnight, and once again, I find myself crying over Bobet.
To be honest, I don’t even know how to explain it. I never met him. He didn’t know who I was, and I was never part of his life in any way. Yet for the past few days, I’ve been carrying this heaviness in my heart that I can’t seem to shake.
Part of me keeps asking why I’m taking this so hard. Why does his death affect me this much when we were complete strangers?
Maybe it’s because the more I learn about him, the more heartbreaking it becomes.
Every story people share about him paints the same picture: he was kind, thoughtful, and deeply loved. He wasn’t asking for much from life. He simply wanted a chance to build a better future for himself and the people he cared about.
And that’s what hurts.
It’s the thought of everything that could have been.
The dreams he hadn’t reached yet. The life he was still supposed to live. The memories he was still supposed to make.
He was so young, and he had so much ahead of him. It feels like his story was cut short long before it was meant to end.
I think that’s why I can’t stop grieving him. It’s not just the loss of his life that breaks my heart, but the future he never got the chance to have.
The only comfort I can find is believing that God welcomed him home and that he’s now in a place far kinder than this world can sometimes be.
I know it probably sounds strange to grieve this deeply for someone I’ve never met. But grief doesn’t always make sense. Sometimes a person touches your heart through their story alone.
The closest way I can describe it is this: it feels like mourning a younger brother I never had the chance to meet.
Rest easy, Bobet. You were gone far too soon, but you will be remembered by far more people than you ever knew. 🤍
Why does it hurt so much for Filipinos when Rene Baterbonia passed away?
Maybe because many of us saw ourselves in him.He was driven, hardworking, and full of dreams. A son who loved his family deeply and wanted nothing more than to give them a better life.
His story was not just about basketball. It was about hope, sacrifice, perseverance, and the courage to keep chasing a dream despite life's challenges.
We see ourselves in that journey.
We all have dreams we're still building, goals we're still chasing, and loved ones we're working hard for.
That's why this loss feels different.
It hurts because we saw a part of ourselves in him.
Not just a promising athlete, but a young Filipino carrying the same hopes, struggles, and dreams that so many of us carry every day.
And when his journey ended too soon, it reminded us of how precious life is and how deeply we value the dreams we hold close to our hearts.
Tangina ang sakit sakit! Sobra! Saksi kami kung paano nangarap yung bata!! Walang easy access!! Walang backer!! Hindi matunog yung pangalan! Kaya putangina niyo lahat! Pangarap lang ang bitbit niya nung kinuha niyo siya sa probinsya niya tapos ano? Dito lang magtatapos ang lahat?
this is so heartbreaking. the pain of the mother who lost her dear child. ateneo wala kayong puso kung susubukan nyo lang aregluhin yan at hindi bibigyan ng hustisya ang pamilya ni rene. walang aksidente kung wala yang boot camp na yan. you tolerated that boot camp.