Grief is a privilege! A song for Cocoy Laurel, Nora Aunor and all of us!

June 26, 2025

Have you ever cried for the lose of a love one?

Have you ever shed tears from some lullaby that come undone?

Some of us become inconsolable when love one is gone.

Some of us never really cry.

How bad the sorrow must have been for some to end the game?

How painful for some to lose a love of a lifetime. Some self blame.

Some of us never have the privilege of grief or pain.

Some of us never really cry.

Grief is a privilege.

Not to love in life a sacrilege.

You never really lived if you haven't truly loved.

Grief is a privilege.

How can you cry if there was no love in the goodbye?

The only reason for living is loving.

At the end of darkness, only love remains.

How can one grief if they never loved or felt love at all?

Why is it that grief is personal for some even if the person is not their own?

To grief is to have love, loved and be loved.

When millions grief the death of someone, it is because that death was a lifetime of love.

Grief is a privilege indeed.

This is how I felt and I am only but a fan in a distance and for Cocoy Laurel to grief the way he did for Nora is because indeed he felt the love of Nora and he returned that love to her by putting it in a canvas, offering millions of strokes of love, taking care of the work to realized love, mixing colors to manifest the stages of love, and crying in private to grief the death of a love one. Without having loved, no one will have the privilege of grief.

I am a Nora Aunor admirer, and also an admirer of the great work of Cocoy Laurel for he is a painter to which I can relate very well with.

Grief is a privilege. Losing a love one is a torment. Losing a thing that was made out of love is quite the same. I hope that this 1970 missing portrait of Nora Aunor painted by Cocoy Laurel will be found one day for all to see.