My daughter and her husband are in their thirties. They named my grandson Graham after no one. However, his middle name is his father’s father’s name. I tell myself that they really named him Graham after my father, Jerome. “G” is kind of like “J.” And both names have “r” and ‘m.” I tell this to myself so often that I really believe it and I have in turn told this to my grandson, so that a piece of my father, lives through him, and my grandson has roots.
I am a gardener and I know that the deeper the roots, the stronger the plant.