Middle names often go unnoticed, tucked away between our first and last, rarely spoken aloud. But for me, my middle name—Teresa—carries deep significance. It’s more than just a name; it’s a connection to my family’s past, a legacy that runs through generations.
Teresa was the name of my dad’s mum and his sister. My dad was incredibly close to his mum, and although I never had the chance to meet her—she passed away before I was born—I feel like a part of her lives on through me. It’s a name that holds weight, love, and history, a constant reminder of the strong women who came before me.
For my dad, this name is more than a tradition—it’s a tribute to someone who meant the world to him. Knowing how much he cherished his mum makes having this name even more special. It’s a silent bond we share, a way to honor the past while carrying it forward.
Middle names may not always take center stage, but they can hold the deepest meanings. Teresa is my link to a woman I never met, yet somehow, she’s always been a part of me. And that, to me, is truly special.