Brenda A. Morey, of Brookville, remembered as ‘determined’, ‘selfless’, ‘prolific writer and painter’
Brenda A. Morey, of Brookville, died March 1 at age 73 with her husband, Ron, by her side. This will come as no surprise to those familiar with them, as they have been around for over 50 years.
Brenda was born in Fort Erie, Ontario and grew up in Brantford with her beloved brothers Brian (deceased) and Randy. They were raised by a hardworking single mother named Gertrude, or Trudy for short, and were thick as thieves. They would later be joined by half-brothers Alex and Ian (deceased). Adding two more brothers to this already formidable crew could have slowed any other contender’s progress, but it only emboldened Ron.
Soon Brenda and Ron were high school sweethearts and their two stories would become one.
Brenda and Ron would get married, move to Long Island, and raise two sons together, Greg and Jed. In turn, their sons would marry Tammy and Eden respectively and bear them five wonderful grandchildren: Katherine, Gabrielle, Luke, Ava and Maya. The grandchildren were the light of Brenda’s life. But the rest, as they say, is Herstory.
Given her humble beginnings, college was not an option for Brenda. But when her children grew up, she decided to pursue an education and earned a Bachelor of Arts from Long Island University (LIU) and then a Master of Arts from LIU. In fact, she was so enamored with English literature that she became an adjunct English teacher at her alma mater. “Determined” doesn’t begin to describe her.
Brenda was a prolific writer and painter. And while she was a devoted Anglophile who spent countless evenings with Dickens, Austen and Gaskell, she had a soft spot for American spy novels. Her apple pies were second to none. His deep and lasting love of cappuccino. She drove too fast, but was always late. But when you needed her, she was always there and right on time.
Brenda and Ron were snowbirds, spending most of their time in Florida but always coming back to New York to water their roots. They even spent a few years in western Montana. Wherever they went, they gathered lifelong friends. No matter where they were or who they were with, most will remember Brenda as a wonderful loveseat; always quick to laugh and eager to know your story more than she was to tell hers. Everything she did was selfless.
Brenda loved it hard. She gave her all and expected only kindness in return. She leaves behind two sons and daughters-in-law, her beloved grandchildren, her mother, her two brothers, several nieces and nephews and (thankfully) her apple pie recipe. More than anything, she leaves behind the great love of her life.
Instead of flowers, donations, or anything like that, do what she often asked her family: be kind.
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