Those terms come to mind when I think of my Great Aunt Dorothy. We weren't as close as some of my other Great Aunts. She lived farther away. But when she was around, you knew it. Some of the stories I've packed in my memory of her might be enhanced to the point of tall tales. But I will hold on to those stories for the rest of my life.
You know how it is when a younger person (5 - 50 years old) says or does something that we find rude or otherwise unpolite? Well, when a 97 year old tiny woman with a shaky voice does it... it's called spunky. She was the queen of spunk!
A few years ago she had to go to the hospital to have a deep cut treated. (How she got the cut is a whole other story!) While there, they hooked her up and checked her heart. They might have done other tests, I only got the short version. But anyway, the doctor said that she had a serious heart issue, she was too far gone to have the surgery, and she would probably be dead in 3 months. After three months had passed, she returned to the doctor, gave him quite a scolding telling him he didn't know shit from shinola, then told him she wasn't going to pay his bill since he didn't know what he was talking about. Never mind that Medicaid was footing the bill, she had to say her piece.
She always did. A few months ago she decided that she had had enough of idiots and fools and the only way to escape them was to die. And so she did just that.
It's sad to know she is gone. But it was her decision and it was her time. Aunt Dorothy, with all your faults, you are still an inspiration to this old hermit...and you will be missed.