Spunk Never Dies

My late grandmother was SPUNKY. In fact, so spunky, that when I asked my cousins to contribute a few words about her so that I could write a poem to read at her funeral, that word came up again and again. Spunky. The woman had her ways, her mindset, and she stuck to them tooth and nail. Yes, I’m filled with all sorts of cliches today.

I think back to Kev and the spunk he had. As I had my working writing afternoon yesterday, I was reflecting back on the original blog to write an upcoming guest blog for a famous hospital. It brought back many memories, but thankfully, a lot of good ones too. This was Kev:

Kev, who despite, the tubes and bandages, and chemo, and pain meds, could make a goofy face with me, could still laugh with me, and still loved me enough to keep living. If it wasn’t for the combination of his spunk, and the fabulous care at Hopkins, no doubt he wouldn’t have made it past the first month of the disease, let alone 3 more horrific months with it.

Spunk is what has carried me through widowhood, inherited by my late, spunky, grandmother, also a widow. That beautiful combination of stubborn spirit, relentless dreams, selfish wishes, weeping soul…it just combines to this molten lava of drive that isn’t like anything else I have experienced before. What else would bring me through this?

What brought you through your grief, your tough time? Do you think it’s all spirit, God, or something else?

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Comments 2

  1. Brenda, darling!
    I’ve been reading your blog for quite some time, always admiring your raw honesty and your determination to keep moving ahead, through grief and uncertainty, sadness and solitariness.

    Grief’s a rollercoaster I’ve ridden, so I really admire that you’re fighting to loosen its grip that can pull you down so far you cannot get up.

    You are not a whiner. You’re not stuck bellyaching about your moods or your insecurities. You’re not clinging to your childhood or wallowing in “panic attacks.” You are brave. You are strong. You have been touched by death but you choose life and love. You go, girl!

  2. Victoria-thank you so much for sharing that with me. We’re all brave who can face grief by being real with it.

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