Sadness and happiness rolled into one
Frustration wrapped in one capsule
Irony of ironies, Oh Fate so cruel!
You were the Master of your craft
Your words and your voice made
Acclaim, fortune, and beauty
Haunt you endlessly
To you, emceeing was child's play
Suave, cool, decent, and refreshing
Everyone was under your spell
But good things end
A gaping void now remains
Crestfallen with your extinction,
We bid you ---
Good night, Eddie
I do not know Eddie Mercado personally but I knew him as a high-spirited and cultivated emcee of beauty contests and singing tournaments since I was a kid. Whoever coined the term, 'master of ceremonies' must have had him in mind. He was truly a master at what he did.
So I thought the Fates must have really played a sarcastic stunt when I saw him early this month on TV suffering from Wernicke's Aphasia.
"Not this man," I said to myself then. As it is, Wernicke's Aphasia is already a sorry complication of any cerebral stroke, but for it to happen to someone who considered talking his main occupation, that is sooo humbling. Match this symptom with a right-sided weakness and paralysis (face and limbs included) and you know that without a strong family support, these will be enough to break the will to live of any strong man.
"Key-Kwan, Key-Kwan!" He always said that. I do not know what it means. I bet neither do you. His family tried to understand it, but I think it was him alone who truly understood what it meant. Wernicke's aphasia is a sensory aphasia --- patients usually talk in unintelligible words, but in their minds they think what they're saying is correct.
Today is exactly one week after his demise. My heart goes with him and the family he left. It was a life well-lived. He inspired and made a lot of people happy.
"Key-Kwan," Eddie. Godspeed on your journey.