Today when I opened up my blog to write, I noticed the name Seney. Seney was my maiden name. One that I haven't officially used for over thirty years but one I love to hear and see. It reminds me of my youth and my parents. It reminds me that I was called Seney through school since it seemed to fit me better than Gail. AND I liked it much better than Gail. I still have friends from college that call me Seney and I love to hear it. When I hear it I also always picture my dad. He supported and inspired me when I was young and I feel his presence now even though he is no longer alive. And so the day I set up my blog, my first blog, the blog for the 31 days of the slice of life challenge, I used it on an impulse.
My father would be proud and interested in this challenge. I would have shared this experience with him and he would have listened. To me he always truly listened to what I had to say and to me, this experience is allowing me to listen to me.