Only a soul knows when it will return home, and when it decides to return home, nothing can stop it. Until then, nothing can make it return home. This may sound strange because so many forms of death, such as illness and violence, appear undesirable to us, but what your soul wants and what your personality wants are not always the same, unless they are aligned. My adopted Sioux uncle spoke of the “other side camp” where we travel after death. When I ask him about it, he would answer with a story, as he often did. One of them was about a relative (he saw all people as relatives) whose death was deeply grieved. He described him as walking up a ridge toward the setting sun. There is much wailing and cries of “He’s going! He’s going!” When he reaches the top, he turns his back to the sun and waves goodbye a last time, and then he turns toward the sun again and disappears over the ridge. A great cry goes up, “He’s gone! He’s gone!” On the other side of the ridge another great cry goes up, “He’s coming! He’s coming!”