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our expenses had been terrific but we had always helped one another. With the little strength I would have for some time, a new baby to train to regular hours, a delicate little son who needed happy surroundings my heart was willing vs. common sense (?) It was a great deal to ask and a great deal to give. I said "Yes."
   On the eighth day of my baby's life, I was happier than I'd been in too long. I was to go home on the following day. I could see Sam each day, gradually look like my myself for him. I thought the quicker I re-assumed my natural appearance the sooner we would all feel better. If Sam had to spend a long time in a wheelchair we could still manage. That night, about eleven o'clock, I found myself sitting up in bed, reaching my arms out for Sam. I was sure he had been standing alongside my bed, looking his handsome loveable self like when he arrived June 1925 to marry me. Just as he walked toward the bed., he fell into ashes. I buzzed for the nurse, she turned on the light and I told her what I had "seen." I insisted Sam had died so she phoned the house. Sam was being taken to the hospital in Dayton for a transfusion, and I was not to worry. 
   The next dayPhil and Edna Goembel came to see me. I finally got the true news, told so bravely. I can face truth no matter how hard it is. Sam had collapsed completely. A blood clot traveled to his brain... at the very time I had my dream. I knew he had called out to me. 
   The tenth day I was taken home to Buddie, Thelman and sick Papa Brukner, now in upstairs bedroom. I called up to him why I couldn't walk upstairs for a while. The house felt like a Morgue, and being