My Name

A friend once questioned why my nickname was Raige, wondering if it indicated anger or frustration. Well, let me share the story behind that name...

My given name is Argie, a combination of my parents' initials, Rory and Grace. To avoid having a two-letter name, vowels were added, making it less unusual.

On January 3, 2004, my father suffered a stroke that ultimately led to him falling into a coma. After two days in the hospital, he passed away.

Following his death, I found myself sinking into a deep depression. I was filled with self-blame, disappointed in myself for not living up to the expectations my father had for me. I constantly questioned whether I could truly be considered a good person, as he had wished.

One day, as I stared at my name written on a piece of paper, an overwhelming urge to erase it swept over me. If a name carries the stories of a person's life, I yearned for my name to cease existing. It seemed to only represent disappointment.

In an effort to redefine myself, I rearranged the letters of my name, positioning "I" in the center of my anger and rage. This act symbolized my determination to take ownership of my mistakes and move forward. Furthermore, the new name shared the same initial as my late father's, serving as a tribute to him. It marked the beginning of a fresh chapter, an opportunity to craft an entirely new narrative for my life.

Today, I dedicate the ongoing story that I am continuously writing and improving to the man I still admire, despite his imperfections.

Happy birthday, Daddy.

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