My father passed away three years ago in May, and with everything going on lately, my mind has been on him a lot. He would have loved the simplicity of our youngest son’s ‘up north wedding’ and thrilled with the aspect of the birth of our oldest son’s baby.
For years, I stopped at my mom and dad’s house every morning on my way to work. I still stop, every morning to say hi to my mom, and the past two weeks, each morning, either while getting out of my car, or back in as I’m leaving, I’ve discovered a penny. At first I didn’t think much about it, just dropped it in the change bucket in my car, or tucked it in my pocket, but by the second week, I started looking around, wondering if someone had dropped a handful or something. Nope, there was just the one. But the next morning, there was another one. I then realized, it was my dad. He would have insisted on contributing financially to all of the activities going on.
Prior to the wedding ceremony, several people drove the half mile past the church to the cemetery to visit dad’s grave, and my oldest said, when they got back in the car, his wife felt as if they’d just stopped by to pick grandpa up and bring him to the service. They turned the car on, and “You Are My Sunshine” was playing. One of my dad’s favorites. My son said he started laughing, and said, “He’s with us alright.”
I know he’s always with me, I sense him often, but these little coins are physical proof.
They are truly priceless little gifts from heaven. Tiny reminders to never overlook the small stuff.