2 years ago I watched an Elder leave the Earth, at a young tender age of 75. He was very ill and one day he called his Wife and told her to gather the family- he was ready to go home. As a friend of the family I was there, waiting patiently wondering if the Old Man would be able to "pull it off" like it was a magic act at a cheap $5 circus. How could depart at will like that? He sensed my lack of remorse of him, he knew what I knew- and he smiled at me. I remember him saying "God was calling him home" and at another moment, he mentioned he was being "summoned." The entire family was filled with sobbing and tears, Sons, Daughters, Brothers, Sisters - the place was filled with water. I felt like celebrating, while everyone else was void of the ancestral ways that played out in my imagination as I sat in the living room. I wanted to thank him for laying a foundation for others to follow - but the grimness of death was in everyone's face- so I left and I went outside. It was at night and dark. I could hear all the hollering and crying still, but softer behind the closed doors. And it was as if He walked outside with me, because the crying intensified, and felt the spirit of the entire house lift up off the ground. I used the energy of that night to ponder some thoughts as I sat there until the darkness of space. When we are summoned by the Creator is that call also from the living, those who call us through their prayers, asking a spirit to come into the world to assist them? Are we summoned into the blood line of our parents to do the jobs they are unwilling, wish they could do but cannot? It is obvious that we are called here and called away?