Day 80: For Whom Was I Named?
I was born the week of Parashat Bereishit. I was the new beginning my family had been looking forward to. My Grandaddy had been sick and eight days before I was born, he passed away. Instead of being named in his honor, I was named in his memory.
Grandaddy's name was Herman (in Hebrew, Chayim). From everything I've heard about him, I know that he was a quiet man, very much tied to his Judaism, very gentle, kind, caring, and patient. He was athletic and knew how to ride horses. When he grew up and married by Bubbe, they owned a grocery store in northern Virginia. They named my father for Grandaddy's mother, who I've heard was a strong woman.
My middle name is after my maternal great grandmother Beatrice. I know she was a lady but was also able to let loose. The word I've always heard used to describe her was guteneshama, good soul. I feel like I should know more about her, so at the end of the week I'll make sure to report back.
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