A few decades ago, a couple of 21-year-old kids had a baby, and they named her Trudy Rebecca.
They named her Trudy for her maternal grandmother, who had passed away mere weeks before. They named her Rebecca because they thought it was a beautiful name. And they named her Trudy Rebecca because they thought it sounded better than Rebecca Trudy.
And then they immediately realized that there was no way on god’s green earth they were going to be able to call this tiny baby by the name of the mother, mother-in-law and grandmother they had literally just lost.
So they called her Rebecca (actually, they usually called her Becky until she became a teenager and declared that a “kid name” but I digress).
It’s me. Hi. I love my first name because it connects me to the grandmother I never knew, but I’ve been Rebecca my whole life. So I use T. Rebecca a lot.
But please, call me Becca.
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