WOW! I read and read on this extensive post. Every story of how you got your name is interesting!

My dad died the day after mothers day a year ago last May. My middle name is June and he nicknamed me Junebug from the start, which I alway hated, and my Dad was the only one who could get by calling me that. After his death, I realize I would never hear him call me Junebug again. This is my way of keeping it alive. And NO, my family still cannot call me Junebug! LOL