Goodbye #TacoTuesday. You will be missed
I stand before you today the representative of a family in grief, in a country in mourning before a world in shock. We are all united not only in our desire to pay our respects to Taco Tuesday but rather in our need to do so. For such was her extraordinary appeal that the tens of millions of people taking part in this service all over the world via television and radio who never actually met her, feel that they too lost someone close to them. It is a more remarkable tribute to Taco Tuesday than I can ever hope to offer her today.
Taco Tuesday was the very essence of compassion, of duty, of style, of beauty. All over the world she was a symbol of selfless humanity. Today is our chance to say thank you for the way you brightened our lives, even though God granted you but half a life. We will all feel cheated always that you were taken from us so young and yet we must learn to be grateful that you came along at all. Only now that you are gone do we truly appreciate what we are now without and we want you to know that life without you is very, very difficult.
We have all despaired at our loss over the past week and only the strength of the message you gave us through your year of giving has afforded us the strength to move forward.
We will remember the holiday tacos, and fried alligator, in the spring we will reunite with the irish tacos, in the summer we long for escargot.We will celebrate your greatness with tequila and tecate to wash down our sorrowful tacos.
And here we come to another truth about her. For all the status, the glamour, the applause, Taco Tuesday remained throughout a very insecure person at heart, almost childlike in her desire to do good for others so she could release herself from deep feelings of unworthiness. The world sensed this part of her character and cherished her for her vulnerability whilst admiring her for her honesty.
The last time I saw Taco Tuesday was on July 1, her birthday, , when typically she was not taking time to celebrate her special day with friends but was guest of honour at a special charity fundraising evening. She sparkled of course, but I would rather cherish the days I spent with her in the fall, when she filled the holidays with joy. Or the from when she was on display meeting President Mandela we managed to contrive to stop the ever-present paparazzi from getting a single picture of her – that meant a lot to her.
The early days of Taco Tuesday there were few that believed, but they came back, then there were many, and now you are gone. These were days I will always treasure. It was as if we had been transported back to our childhood when we spent such an enormous amount of time together – the two youngest in the family.
I would like to end by thanking God for the small mercies he has shown us at this dreadful time. For taking Taco Tuesday at her most beautiful and radiant and when she had joy in her private life. Above all we give thanks for the life of a woman I am so proud to be able to call my sister, the unique, the complex, the extraordinary and irreplaceable Taco Tuesday whose beauty, both internal and external, will never be extinguished from our minds.
Heres the link that NEWSOK did for the funeral