If I’m exhausted from a long day of work, I’d just go down at exactly 4:30 to the parking lot in Army Navy Club to change clothes and go jogging around Luneta before my wife arrives from Makati at past five in the afternoon.
Sometimes I’d stopped at the bust sculptures of our heroes and read their tale thru the inscriptions written. Their epitaph would normally tell their role in making our motherland a free nation, their province of origin and basically how trivial their own lives were when freedom and the good of all of us are at stake. But there’s one corner I’d wanted to visit but never got the chance since the night is setting in and you have to spend a little more than few minutes to gaze the area.
On a Sunday, just two days before Rizal’s 112th death anniversary, I’ve drove my wife to office for some overtime work and before heading home while passing Roxas Blvd., I witness a great morning and decided to drop by the park and visit the life size statues of the “The Martyrdom of Dr. Jose Rizal”.



Above are some of my photos. According to the attendant, there is a light and sound presentation of the scenes of Rizal’s last few days from his court trial to writing of Mi Ultimo Adios up to his death but can only be seen during scheduled tours or events.
Rizal’s number one fan is Andres Bonifacio and you can see also his translation of Rizal’s farewell poem in Tagalog entitled “Pahimakas ni Dr. Jose P. Rizal” and which both icons are my hero in their fidelity to our beautiful country though what we’ve become are not within their expectations. But I’m always hopeful that our nation will be a great country again and our people will be industrious again, environment-caring again, law-abiding citizens again, well-mannered youth again, respectable parents again, independent, intelligent, loyal, honest and God fearing people...
And when my grave by all is no more remembered,
With neither cross nor stone to mark its place,
Let it be plowed by man, with spade let it be scattered
And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
Let them turn to dust to cover your earthly space.
Then it doesn't matter that you should forget me:
Your atmosphere, your skies, your vales I'll sweep;
Vibrant and clear note to your ears I shall be:
Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I keep.
My idolized Country, for whom I most gravely pine,
Dear Philippines, to my last goodbye, oh, harken
There I leave all: my parents, loves of mine,
I'll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen
Where faith does not kill and where God alone does reign.
Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
Friends of my childhood, in the home distressed;
Give thanks that now I rest from the wearisome day;
Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened my way;
Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest...