Who could lose a spouse and not be stricken?
And you were, more than most.
Stressful times invited M.S. to be the agent for that,
making you a victim of the times.
You were brave. You were strong and determined.
But relapse did not know a calendar, had no need for one.
Therapy could not slow such an agent.
From walker, to wheelchair, to bed.
What was interferon but a sci-fi dream
without any hope of realization until after your last years?
They were not easy, those last days, but your determination
lives on in your granddaughter. You never got to know her.
She would never meet you, but from an early age
she found the determination you knew so well.
It serves her in battling her own adversary, diabetes.
She carries your name within hers, a sign of your strength.
The optional prompt for Day 24 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month is to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.