I find names fascinating. I love hearing reasons behind someone getting their name no matter if that is family tradition, “my parents just liked it” or “We were to call you Naomi but was on so many medications when you were born that I couldn’t say it…” (yes that last one was my Mum! I think I suit Hannah better than Naomi anyway).
It does surprised me however that a lot of people don’t know what their name or they name they are choosing for a child means. I don’t intend on having children but I have planned what to name the 3 Husky dogs I dream of.
- Heathcliff. Although this has no official meaning, the quote “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” gets me every time.
- August. A German name from the Latin Augustus. Meaning majestic dignity, or venerable. It is also often the one nice month of the year here in England.
- Daisy. For the flower and many of it’s variations such as the gerbera, my personal favourite. The word Daisy itself comes from the old English meaning “Day’s Eye”.
Simon, as a name of Hebrew Origin means “The Listener”. It is said that Simon is “quietly confident and easy to talk to. A true and loyal friend.” That just about sums him up perfectly I think…Although once he’d finished listening he would give you all the pros and cons of whatever you’d just said in great detail…I got a half hour lecture on why I’m not allowed mushrooms in carbonara once until he cracked and put the who packet in after I responded with “But I like them”, those little moments of admitting defeat are the ones that show me his love most.
Hannah means “Grace/Favour of God” in Hebrew, “Happiness” in Arabic, and “Flower” in Persian, it is said she is a true and compasisonate friend and is able to weather any storm. I can only hope that I live up to these expectations, but I certainly intend to come out of this storm stronger than ever before.
I am finding things difficult since Simon’s death. I am crying when I need to and getting on with my life, determined to make him proud, the rest of the time. What struck me this morning however is how very alone I am in all of this. My family and friends didn’t ever have the pleasure of meeting him, I didn’t ever get to meet his friends, for which there were lots of reasons (mainly that we always seemed to time things poorly). I know of a few people around in the UK who have been in contact and I hope I get to meet them some day soon but right now they are still effectively strangers.
My work colleagues have been amazing, as always, greeting me with huge hugs and distracting me as much as possible by giving me lots of jobs, letting me send the hoards of teenagers away and pointing out attractive customers. After a count yesterday morning I now have a total of £217.02 from the customers and staff at Caffe Nero Tunbridge Wells and saw a further £10 at least go in the pot yesterday too. I decided after counting the donations that yesterday was one to focus on being in the here and now and to not check my phone or talk about Simon for fear of breaking down in tears and yet more people asked about him yesterday than ever have in one day all month, I can’t help feeling he had something to do with it…cheeky bastard!!
Crowd Funding still has 8 days to go, don’t let them be wasted!!