Goodbye, Jocap

My dear friend,

What were you thinking?
Riding that chopper late in the afternoon
To fulfill a role played so many times before
To set the stage for your boss, the President

Routine, it may have seemed
Another event, another speech, a different audience
But there’s nothing routine about going down
In flames, deep in a jungle, where no one heard you fall

I will miss you, Jocap
Down-to-earth, friendly and warm
Grace under pressure, absorber of shocks
Storyteller, visual artist, sober planner

What were you thinking?
Riding in that chopper, climbing mountains
In a cloudy afternoon, where pilots fear to fly
You flew, and now we all miss you

In heaven’s arms, you rest.
In our memories, you live.
Nothing will char your smile;
nor mar the way you will be remembered,
You did your duty,
Like a good soldier, even though you
became the saddest story on Holy Week.

We will miss you.
That Jocap grin, those Jocap moments.
God bless you.
Goodbye.