On Friday December 30, 2022, Lucie Bernardoni announced sad news. His grandfather, René, died last August. Just after Christmas, Star Academy’s final season coach paid tribute to him on Instagram.
She had no idea she would finish the year without him… Last August, Lucie Bernardoni lost her grandfather, René, to whom she was very close. Just after Christmas, it was Friday December 30, 2022 that she wanted to pay tribute to him on Instagram. In the caption of a black and white shot, the coach of the final season of Star Academy wrote: “2022, you gave me a lot, but you took it away from us, my ‘grandfather’ as they say at home, at least in August, when I entered the scene. So, I played for you that night and I pray to you every day. May 2022 forever keep you where you are at peace. Even if I don’t accept. Even if I will never accept. Some would say that it is, that death is a part of life and all that bullshit. So, we put your dish on Christmas and we always will. And tomorrow I’ll pour you a drink. Congratulations grandpa. Your little one.“
On Tuesday, September 6, 2022, she is sharing a photo in which she appears as a child next to her grandfather who Lucio Bernardoni had shared a heartbreaking letter. “I didn’t have your new address, so I’m writing where it will reach you. The seasons will pass. The harsh winters, the autumns and their scent of new books, the soft pastel-colored springs and the sultry summers will pass. And I, I’ll be in the middle“, he began, before slipping: “I’ll try once again to orient myself among the others, people in a hurry, souls a little more lost than the others, I’ll do it. The best I can. Trying to forget that my soul was much less lost next to you. You calmed her down. You taught me so much. Reading, writing, cycling, courtesy, life.“
Lucie Bernardoni: “You left like you dream, good”
After having confided in her that her grandfather had tried to make her like school, it was with emotion that the young woman had written: “I thought to myself that you had stayed in school all your life, becoming a teacher, as if you had wanted to stay small. But you were great. A great gentleman with the soul of a child. You painted, you played music, you helped others. And then, one day in August, a few weeks ago, you left like you dream, beautifully. Simply. One afternoon, like when you took a nap under the pergola when I was little.“Shocked, Lucie Bernardoni had added:”September is here. And not you. So we who love you will live the seasons, like you, you liked to paint them. Emphasizing the colors. Even if sometimes it will rain a little. We’ll tell the rain not to come too often. She’s been gone long enough already. Kiss my angels of March, April, October and November. And take my August heart with you. I give it to you. Be happy. In our seasons. To my grandfather. Brake.“
