Filipino Musician Freddie Aguilar Passes Away at 72
Freddie Aguilar breathed his last at the Philippine Heart Center in Quezon City, with reports suggesting that a fatal cardiac arrest resulted in the singer's death.
Aguilar is survived by his wife, Jovie, and his children from his first marriage. Jovie, who tied the knot with Aguilar in 2013, shared a heartfelt account with the singer's fans, shedding light on the toll that Aguilar's deteriorating health had taken on his family. In her Facebook message, Jovie wrote (translated), 'It's touching to hear [people asking] how I'm doing in the midst of Freddie's situation. I can't reply to you all individually, but don't worry, I'm fine, always finding courage in the face of fear. Our priority now is Freddie's condition, I'm sorry I can't give you any detailed info because this is for family and close friends only.' (via GMA Network)
Prior to his unfortunate death, Freddie Aguilar enjoyed a prolonged and illustrious career in music. He played a significant role in taking Original Pilipino Music (OPM) in front of a global audience, thereby assisting generations of up-and-coming Filipino artists to realize their dreams. The legendary Filipino musician released several hit singles during his active years, including the likes of 'Minamahal Kita,' 'Kumusta Ka,' 'Pulubi,' and 'Magdalena.'
However, Aguilar's 1978 release, 'Anak,' has proven to be the crown jewel of his career, with the song becoming the best-selling Philippine record of all time.
Originally reported by Apoorv Rastogi on ComingSoon.
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