What's In a Name

Dear Levi,
In the training zone today, I listened in on calls. They called it "shadowing." I heard a call to the sweetest, sweetest little old lady. The way I picture GiGi. The way I want to be. And when we initially asked for her husband, the primary mortgagor, she had to tell us, "Oh, he just passed away..." It was so, so sad to hear that. What do you say? She was softly crying, but I could hear a smile in her voice over the condolensces as she said, "It's okay, sweetheart. I just love hearing his name."
And that... wow. That is how I still feel about you. Always have. Levi. No... Levi Pierce Fowler. I remember when you taught me to spell it right - Pi, not Pei. Like the mathematical equation, so fitting for someone so genius as you. Fowler, like in the Bible twice. Levi, like the best and brightest of the Israelite tribes. Levi, another name for Matthew, after your dad. I always dreamed to someday hear "Dr. Fowler, L.P." Like the sign I wanted to make for you at the airport.
I loved your name... still do. It makes me so proud, the way I know it makes your dad proud, your grandma, and your little brother and sister. I dreamed to one day share your name, did you know? Mrs. Levi Pierce Fowler. It would be such an incredible honor... it makes my stomach tremble just typing it out onto my pitiful little laptop. I would never deserve that. But I love hearing it.
If you never come back, I will always be just like her.
Levi Pierce Fowler, the love of your life, right?
No, he chose to move on.
Oh, I'm so sorry...
It's alright, sweetheart. I just love to hear his name.
Levi.