Mom is gone

Writing from my sister's house, listening to music that my dear mother loved. She passed away on December 22, about two weeks ago now. It doesn't seem real yet. She was born on the longest day of the year, died during the longest night. Born in a log cabin in Burnt Fork, Wyoming in 1923, survived through a difficult childhood, married my father in 1946, had four children (three of whom are still living), was a pastor's wife through and through, creative to the core, gentle and yet extremely strong, and I miss her.