Michael Bach

And when I turned around and looked out through the entrance, the family was there again, way off near some graves.

and I actually started yelling at them.

I don't know what.

They were a little closer than they'd ever been, so I got a real good look.

It was like if I didn't make any kind of aggressive move, they'd linger a bit.

They had real plain, dark clothes, so they looked to me almost like

Mennonites, maybe, or Amish people.

And that was the first time I noticed that the wheelchair the little boy was sitting in was so old, I didn't even recognize the materials.

It was maybe all iron or wood.

So there was the sense that these people weren't even of the modern day.

And yeah, this time I actually saw them vanish.

It was like some dumb thing from movies.

Kind of a jump cut.

They were there one second and gone the next.

And it was all just cemetery where they used to be.

After that, they were just part of my life.

I'd see them every nine or ten days maybe.

All during the time I was getting checked out for the possible things that can go wrong with your brain.

Just setting aside the depression.

It was totally breaking my money situation.