What's in a name anyway?

I haven't been called Rinkydink in over 8 years.  That was the name my dad use to call me.  But what’s in a name?  Something I’ve been called all your life, a term of endearment that no one else called you but you know it’s the very essence of who you are...

... or who you use to be.

It’s sad that we only appreciate such things when we have no idea it won’t last forever.  For me, I was called that for 46 years.  It's weird to know I exist in a world that he is no longer a part of.  But to remember the name I was once called with love and affection means more to me then he would have ever guessed.