Before the shining faces above were even a twinkle, before I was born, I was named. Aunt Angie, Miss Angela Pagano, was calling my infant, older sister, not by her given name, but instead Patricia. Months later my arrival, my name: Patricia. Now fast forward 50 plus years to a recent conversation.
My new friend asks, "What's your name?"
Are you Italian? Named Patricia?
Yes, my Aunt Angie, Angela Pagano, liked that name. She named me.
Pagano, that's Italian. My confirmation name is Patricia.
And so it goes. We have a common ground. Stories flow. Bonds are established and built upon. Trust. All over a name. More tomorrow.