Namesake

Every name has an importance or meaning. My name, for example is Elena Waller. My first name Elena comes from Helen, a cousin of my dad’s who died before I was born. For people who do not know already, it is a tradition in the Jewish community to name your kids after someone who passes away. My brother’s name, Mikael, comes from my grandfather’s (on my dad’s side) Yiddish name and my sister’s name comes from my grandmother’s (also on my dad’s side) name of Florence. I should mention that my last name came from my mom’s side of the family. On both sides we have strong women.

The reason why I am bringing this up is because my dad and I recently met with Helen’s son a while ago. They were both telling family stories including about Helen. I was thinking to myself and I also asked my dad about this…”Am I living up to my namesake, Helen?” I have heard all of these stories about her over the years. There must have been some reason why I was named after her. As it turns out, I may have at least one thing in common with her. We both love working with children. She was a child’s psychiatrist and Henry (Helen’s son) was telling this story of his mom always being the children’s magnet. She would take any children who were crying and would find some way to make them stop crying just like that. I must say that she is a strong woman because she put herself back through school, especially as an older woman. So to answer my question, I would say without a doubt, absolutely yes!

Anyways, I know that I have talked a lot about the importance of names. I know mine has a lot of meaning and I am sure that others do too. I just want to take this time to acknowledge those who came before us. I am taking the time to do that because it is that time of year when we celebrate Day of the Dead, or Dia de los Muertos in Spanish, which celebrates those who came before us. It especially honors those who have already died. We honor their memory by creating an alter with pictures and mementos. I am concluding with a quote by one of my heroes, Michelle Obama who says the following. “We’ve got a responsibility to live up to the legacy of those who came before us by doing all that we can to help those who come after us.” That ties this post all together because it is about the previous generation, this generation and the next one to follow. That is how we live up to a legacy and the people we are named after. It is a lot of responsibility, but I know that we can do it. I am wishing everyone a happy Halloween and Day of the Dead (let me know what the proper way to say this in the future).

Praise to Helen of Troy and the Name of Helen

“…the face that launch’d a thousand ships…”
– From Doctor Faustus, by Christopher Marlow

What do we know about Helen?
We know that while married to another,
She was desired by Paris. The Trojan prince.

Her rare and perfect beauty. Like a flower,
Which blooms on a rainy day.
Daughter of Zeus, ruler of all
Gods and goddesses.

Helen. A name that launched a war
Lasting 10 gruesome years.
When her husband raised an army
To reclaim what he had lost,
All for this one woman.

Her name is still among us
Although it takes on different forms.
The root, Helen
Coming from the Greek Helenē
Often meaning
“Light”, “torch,” or “bright.”

I share her name, Elena. One of those
Amid the list of so many others–
Ellen, Elaine, Alana, Yelena, Helen, Eleanor.
We are all the “bright ones,”
The one worth fighting for.

Leaving an Impact On This World

Hey there. One of the things I have been thinking about these days is what happens when we depart and leave this world (I am talking about when we die)? What type of impact would we have? And what legacy would we leave behind? I want to bring in a quote here by one of my heroes (for people who watch or know about baseball, you will definitely know who this guy is), Mr. Jackie Robinson. He says “A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.” I am going to backtrack here for a moment and explain who Jackie Robinson is (for people who do not know who this guy is). Robinson was the first person of color who came to Major League Baseball (MLB) and broke the color barrier by coming to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Obviously, he had a huge impact, not only on baseball, but across the world as well.

That got me thinking about the impact I would have (and how I so much want to leave something behind so people would remember me). I am not trying to be selfish here, but I want people to remember me and I want to do something to also make the world a slightly better place. I think that is what we all need to do. We are living on this Earth, so we all need to do something, not only to take care of Earth as a planet, but to take care of at least some of the people as well (it makes me think of this nature writing class I took when I was an undergraduate).

I want to apply this to relationships we have with other people. I sometimes struggle with leaving an impact (especially a positive one) on people. Through this poem I reflect through relationships I have had (with friends and dating relationships as well). In this poem, I am specifically talking about it through this guy I was seeing and how I wish I could be more of that type of girl that he will never truly forget, no matter what he does. I want him to be thinking about me, even when I am no longer there. I have been on the receiving end of this where I could never truly forget him, but I am flipping the script in this poem. My goal in life is to make this world a better place and to make other people feel things (maybe things they have never felt before).

I found a quote to sum it all up. “Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it.” It all goes hand in hand with my post about having this “inner fire.” So I strongly encourage my readers to do exactly that (even if you are not one of those types of people listed). I hope that this poem gives you all the encouragement and hope that you would need to do so much. We need everybody to contribute because it is all about the younger (as well as the older) generation. Enjoy this poem and post!! P.S. Just a fair warning that this following poem is a bit on the longer side.

Gone Girl

Keep her close to your heart
Because that is where she belongs.
You gave her a kick start
To living again. She is like that song
You will never truly forget.
There will be other girls trying to
Take her place, but you will regret
Leaving her behind. You will turn blue
Because she is not there to be
Your oxygen in order to breathe.
She just wants you to see
Your mistakes and you will seethe
Around in anger. You had that
One girl through everything
And then you squashed her flat.
She gave you that something
She had not given to anybody else.
You will miss everything about her.
Most of all, you will miss that easy ebb
You had together. Everything will blur
And begin to fade away from memory.
Although she is gone forever,
She leaves you on unstable and shaky
Ground. Everything tastes bitter
In your mouth. Only then will
You want her back to make everything whole
Again, but she has already had her fill
Of you. Her broken down soul
No longer belongs to you. You can try
To forget and move on with other girls
After her, but she will always fly
Back into your heart. They will not be pearls
Or diamonds like she was. You can never
Truly forget someone as magical
As she was. She will put you on a bender
That will make everything spiral
Out of control for you. She has put
You under her spell that still lingers behind.
She keeps you balancing on one foot
As you are kept in a bind
With her that she is breaking
Into broken pieces like her fractured
Heart. She is no longer aching
For your love. You already uttered
The unspeakable words to get her away
From you. Do you now see the truth?
Do you know how heavy that will weigh?
You extend a branch with that truce
She no longer wants. She is that bright
And smart girl you wish you still had,
But she is strong without you. The night
Is long gone just like she is. Do not be mad
If she disappears. She may be gone, but
She will be embedded into your spirit so you
Can never truly forget her. She is just a droplet
In the sky and a part of the grass that grew
From the ground up. She is a whisper and
A ghost away from being real, but
Is she really here? She is just another strand
Floating. She is no longer caught in the rut.
By the time you truly see her,
She will be a gone girl.