Flash backward ten years (I can’t believe it’s been ten years already). Ten years ago today, we had just lost my maternal grandfather Jack in January, and my maternal grandmother Hilda’s health was slowly declining. She didn’t tell anyone in the family, but she had breast cancer, and in my opinion, didn’t want to fight it because of her grief over losing my grandfather. They were as important to me as my own parents were, and even ten years later, my eyes begin to water when I think of them. There are some losses you never get over, and for me, this is one of them – particularly since they had such a huge hand in raising me.
My grandmother was born Hilda Blaze – like a fire, and never (apparently) spelled any other way, even in the “Old Country”. In what can be described as an absolute tragedy, she became Hilda Finkenthal when she married my grandfather Jack (what can I say, they were Austrian Jews – appparently the name is all the rage in Germany?!). There really wasn’t any other option back then but to take the man’s name. Blaze has still stayed around through my grandmother’s siblings and their children, fortunately…
But now we’re considering bringing it back to Hilda’s line. Devon, knowing how important they were to me – as well as being convinced (like me) that it’s genuinely the coolest real (in the sense that it came from somewhere in the family line) last name ever – is on a kick that after we’re married, instead of becoming the Hagues (which is a cool last name in and of itself) we should be the Blazes. Naturally, that made my mother euphoric, but I’d be lying to say I don’t feel bad that we’d be effectively ending the Hague line as Devon is the only boy in the family.
Here’s my questions to you: What’s your opinion? If you’ve decided on how you’re choosing (or chose) your last name, or are currently in the process of, how did you do it or are you doing it?