Before I reveal my truth there is clearly something about it I don’t understand and so I continue to write this blog hoping to reach some clarity. You see there have been many deaths in my lifetime attending funerals since I am a little girl. In Italian families, back in the old days, all the kids went to the funerals to show “respect”. We were close knit. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, a nephew, friends and my parents. Kneeling and praying over open caskets. Tearful. I loved them all dearly, but the grief associated with their loss dissipated quickly and rarely visits me now. When it does it is usually in the form of a fond or funny memory and gone again in a split second. Why is it so painfully different for me with my son?
Maybe that is the answer. He is my son. Is there something different about a mother and her son vs a daughter and her dad or her mother? Is it because he is gone too soon or was it because it was a preventable accident? I don’t know, but with William I carry a different kind of grief. It grips me when I close my eyes at night and even tighter when I open them in the morning all these days. No one told me it would be like this. The truth is it will always be this way. The truth is I have the strength to carry it. The truth is I will follow in his light. Harness your Will.
Did you notice the black and white photo disaster above? My attempt at making the very temperamental French confection known as macarons was quite the disaster. What a waste of some expensive ingredients. Goodness has its price. I had to get my “William on” and double dog dare myself to try it again and then one more time for good measure.
The truth is it is best to have courage and not be destoyed by life’s injustice. Find your strength and carry on. Oh, and by the way, I found Doreen…….
Macaroons are a labor of love, and so is your beautiful blog…
I think you said it perfectly
Always wishing you Peace and Hope…even if it comes sprinkling down on you in just smidgens through your recipes and blog. Feeling the love.
Thank you ❤️
I think we want someone to tell us how this will all work out in the end. This is why I read your blog. (I do enjoy the food, too) There is a Portuguese word that can’t be translated well into English. It is “saudade” and the meaning has to do with the deep melancholy and longing for something loved that has been lost. It is the deep feeling that remains. Someone gave me a card with the word on it when Aidan died. To be honest, I’m not sure how it fits, but I like it. I like it because it has no literal understanding, and I won’t ever be able to describe to anyone what it is like to lose my child because there aren’t words in our language adequate enough to describe these feelings.
You know I love the pictures of Will in his RU Lax sweatshirt and with Cole. Your persistence and ultimate triumph with macarons is a good metaphor for your battle with grief.
As always dear Krista I have to thank you for sharing your heart and grief journey here. You have helped me learn so many things about what it is like being a mom who has lost a son.
Such a great uncle and supportive brother. I knew you would love these oldie but goodie photos❤️
My heart just hurts reading this and my eyes are filled. Your love and pride for Will is so evident in your photos. And he was a man, a good man who really was a part of you. That is why the pain is so deep and never ending. A part of you was ripped away without warning with all the expectations of what was to come with him as years passed. Our children have our hearts, always and that’s why the hurt never ends. Hugs to you, you’re so special.
It really helps to know other moms who understand how I feel. I know re-living this through me must also be very difficult for you. Thank you for your strength to share with other moms.❤️
So touching, Lisa…
Thank you Mary
Hi Lisa,
We love macarons (Laura, my wife is a professional chef from Brussels), just thinking about you and always sorry still to hear of your son (we have two adult daughters). Hope to meet you some day. Until then, happy cooking and baking.
Buona giornata,
Paul
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So kind of you to reach out today and share a bit of your family with me. Thank you.
You are such an inspiration to me in many ways, Lisa. You are a wonderful woman filled with strength and love and I’m so honored that I am your friend. I remember when you posted about Doreen who sat on Will’s bench. I remember reading your blog post about her and that your friend knew who she was. And now you have a new special friend. Love you, Lisa. BTW….you are one fantastic baker and I hope to be as good as you at it one day!!!!! 😀
I have the best time when I am at a competition with you. Laughter is the best grief relief and you supply me with a big fun dose. Luv u too
1750 days of unthinkable heartbreak. I think about William every single day and the void this exceptional human being has left in all of our lives. Thank goodness for your blog and your words of wisdom. (and for your 28 years of friendship!). Love you mama. <3
I have not been able to read this blog entry until today. It is so ironic that you posted a picture of Cole and William for this particular post because Cole is in love with Macarons right now.
Somehow you know this and I believe that William guides you a lot. My heart gets heavy at times thinking of my extraordinary nephew. I can’t imagine what you have to endure day in and day out. However, Lisa, you show the world that you can carry on and you do it courageously.
I too had a disastrous 1st attempt at making these, so Cole and I decided to just buy them!