Cristina Taborda.
It is a true mark up to who she was, what I saw today, standing in the Cardinal Memorial homes at Dundas and Bathurst. It was solidarity amoungst the masses, coming together to mourn a great loss in our world. Coming together to see who was left behind.
Funerals are for the living. I strongly believe that.
Funerals are for condolences, distractions and support groups for the ones who are left behind. Funerals for young people, are especially hard. I am in a room of over 300, and more than 3 quarters of the guests are under 30 years old.
“ how did you know Cristina?” The question circulates and I feel almost challenged to come up with a good enough answer to be present. It is sad because when I think hard enough I don’t know if I do have a good enough reason to be crying. Hell, I have barely had a conversation with Cristina that was not small talk. But I feel like I was touched by her, and I cried, and I laughed and I smiled at her photos. That girl had energy.
You can hear people in the back of the room saying that this 24 year old lived more of a life than many who survive age 50. The photos on the overhead flip through, most recognized from facebook albums and tagged shots, mostly with a guitar in hand, Cristina is smiling and welcoming the world into her life. You get the feeling she did this often.
Considering the spontaneity of her passing, the crowd seems to take the news relatively well. So many questions of why we lost such a shining light are muted but hanging above us, beyond the small talk and empathetic hugs.
It is love that the room is feeling. We loved this girl. She stood for happiness and passion, she sang for her roots and her family, she smiled for her friends and her fans. Cristina Taborda was the best kind of rock star.
You will be missed.
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