Editor’s Note: Thanks to Meg for sharing her story. It is heartbreaking and uplifting all at once, and emphasizes that names, at their best, truly are powerful stories.
This is the story of my two children’s names. When my husband and I were expecting our first child, a boy, we had no issues picking out his name. We named him Benjamin Atticus.
Unfortunately my little Benjamin was stillborn. The heartache was unbearable. Three months later we were expecting our second child together, a little girl. This time we had a horrible time agreeing on a name. Nothing seemed to fit.
When I was 7 months pregnant, my husband passed away quite suddenly. We still hadn’t decided on a name at the time of his passing. I was so lost and alone. Sitting in the hospital hooked to machines on the day he died I laughed and jokingly said I should call her Reubina. (My husband’s name was Reuben.)
My best friend was with me and said “It’s perfect! we can call her Ruby for short!”
Reubina “Ruby” Alys was born on August 21, 2009. She has the same initials as her father and is the spitting image of him.
A few months after Ruby was born I realized something even more special about my children’s names. The first three letters of each name spell out my husband’s name: REUbina and BENjamin. This was completely unintentional but just goes to show that my children were definitely supposed to be named Benjamin and Reubina.