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As I became more and more alert, I soon heard familiar voices on the other side of the wall where the head of the bed was.
"The measurement from here to there just doesn't seem the same on the inside as it does on the outside," the voice continued. "No, it certainly doesn't!" another voice added. This time, it sounded like Eric. "Well, I say let's go outside and check it out again!" yet another voice chimed in. This time, it sounded like my youngest sister, Sharon. "Yes, let's go," another voice contributed. This one was unmistakably Sharon's husband, Lee. "Look real close at the windows here," said the voice of my Dad, "then we'll know more what we're looking at outside." "Right," said his wife, Nancy. "There should be three windows and then approximately 4 more feet." It was my family...I just knew it was. I raised up and yelled..."Harold Gillogly, is that you?" My keeper jumped up and rushed over to me. "What are you screaming about? Settle down." She tried to get me to lie down. I was getting frantic. "It's my family!" I yelled..."They're out there looking for me." I was struggling to get out of bed. "Go out and see...I know they're out there!" My keeper, Carol I'll call her, patted my shoulder. "All right, all right, take it easy. Settle down and I'll go look for you. Now just be quiet and I'll check it out and be right back." I forced myself to calm down, and she turned and left through the door opening. She was soon back saying, "No dear, there's no one out there. I think you're just doing some wishful thinking. Now relax. We don't want to have to restrain you." "All right," I sighed. "I guess it was just my imagination." My eyes teared up and I turned my head to the wall. There was a small window within my line of vision, covered by open vertical blinds and I could see several people walking back and forth out on the grass. As I thought about what a shame it was that my family was so separated, I felt tears trickle slowly down my face. Oh well, I thought, maybe someday I'll see them again. I know they don't care about seeing me, though. I think I've always been considered the "black sheep" of the family. I was the only one who had been divorced...and not just once either. Now though, I had the most wonderful guy in the world. Someone who really loves me, and look at all he's been through with me...I can't even be a real wife...yet he loves me, stands up for me, and supports my over-active imagination. I truly had saved the best till last.
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