We Share the Same Name
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1 min readMar 14, 2024
Rose. The name I got from my grandmother.
I knew her not, yet she knew me.
On the day of my christening, she was present and happy. She held me, whispering in my ear how much I was loved.
Later that night she passed. The only memory I hold of her is through photos and stories.
She was a kind, gentle soul who could do no harm and only brought light.
My father tells me I remind him of her. Rose. The most amazing woman I have yet to know.
I feel unworthy of her name, but with it, I will exude light as she once did.
