My Aunt Colleen had been a country girl for as long as I can remember. She would fish from ponds on the land she owned, and would eat vegetables from the garden she grew. She could drive a truck and a tractor and she knew how to shoot a rifle. Coyotes, ticks, and snakes were her common guests out there in the middle of nowhere, where the roads were rural and town was a few miles away. She was fearless.
Last night after many years of fighting cancer, my mother's only remaining sibling passed away in her country home, under a vast country sky. And she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.