I am an incarnation
Or at least I think my name is.
“Rosario” doesn’t just go back to my panicky parents,
Screaming at each other trying to figure out a name,
In the same hospital room
Where I just had been given birth to.
My name goes all the way back to my older brother.
All the way back to my parents going on a family trip.
Everytime I asked my mom,
Why my brother and I had the same name,
My mom recalled it a little like this…
“Everything started when the annual trip to celebrate La Virgen Del Rosario in Talpa around March, was right around the corner. People would gather around a bus stop. That bus would take everyone over to Talpa for that day and come back all together.
Your dad, Alberto, suggested for us to go to Talpa to offer the health of our first child to the Virgen. I agreed since at the time I was on my first trimester and I wanted everything to go good for my baby. This trip would also be our first trip out of the city together and I couldn’t be anymore exuberated.
We ended up going to Talpa on the Virgen’s special day. Your dad and I promised to her that we would name our first child after her as long as she took care of him or her.
This is how your brother was named, Rosario Alberto.”
Unfortunately my brother past away a little after his birth but they kept their promise to La Virgen.
My second brother, Carlos Alberto came a year after him,
But he did not take the name.
The first boy was already Rosario Alberto,
My parents did not want to name their second boy the same.
Four years later after my oldest brother,
My parents took the opportunity that I was a girl to call me,
I never had a chance to meet my brother,
But I feel like I have a connection with him through our names.
We are a bond that can’t be broken.
I also will always remember the picture of him,
In a coffin for a one year old kid,
But still to little for him.
He was dressed in a brown franciscan brother clothing,
His lips as red and plumped as raspberries.
His pictures framed with a sunset background
And dolphins at the horizon of the sea.
I will always be honored to be named after him
Because I know,
He’s watching over me.Tags: family LIfe Academy name memoir religion Siblings