Our beloved relative mounted her painted horse and rode to the top of the hill. She looked back, with her warm and loving smile, and waved to us all, who are still living in this physical world of time and space, one last time.
Then she nudged her painted horse and rode over the top of the hill. And we all said, " There she goes, there she goes!"
She rode over the top of the hill and before her, were the camps of our ancestors, stretched out as far as her spiritual eyes could see!
And all her relatives, in the Other Side Camp, were crying out and trilling, "Here she comes! Here she comes!
And, in time, Mitákuye Oyás'iŋ, that is what is before us all! In time, we will all be together again, forever!
Hetchetuyedo!
