During the years of our growth from manageable online orders to volumes of online orders, store orders, corporate orders and partnership orders, mom and I spent a lot of time together in our bakery. Late nights turned into early mornings...sometimes 3 a.m. And just like those days of long ago, at home, whenever I came in "late" from a night out, mom would ask me if I wanted ravioli (lol) in the twilight hours. I too asked mom if she wanted ravioli at 3 a.m. There was always a resounding "yes."
Her unwavering determination to stay with me until we finished will always be etched in my mind. At various intervals I would ask her, "Are you OK?" She would respond, "I'm going down with the ship."
If a ship is sinking, maritime tradition dictates that the captain ensures the safe evacuation of every passenger before he evacuates himself. The captain is responsible for the lives of those on board, and he can’t coordinate their exit unless he’s the last person off.
Mom was my captain.
Our ship has changed.
And ravioli will never be the same.