The last time I spoke to him, I asked him to send me pennies from heaven – and he does.
They always arrive in the places and moments I need them most. When I’m feeling lost. When there’s no one else who could possibly have the answer but him. Some land in my sister’s path on days she needs hope, and when she’s missing him the most. It’s as if he sprinkles them between us, connecting us the way he always did. Family was everything to him, so it makes perfect sense.
We compare notes like detectives: Where did you find yours? What were you thinking when it appeared? We trade our stories the way we used to trade Halloween candy after a night of trick or treating – each one a little treasure, each carrying its own kind of magic.
Every penny is different, but each feels the same – a quiet tap on the shoulder from him. He’s still here with us. We know it, see it, feel it. We have thousands of pennies to prove it!
Comfortable in my corner 