Last week I attended a Celebration of Life for my friend and sister-in-law Heather. I am one of seven children, five boys and two girls. My sister died young but as my brothers married I gained new sisters. I was seventeen when I stood up for Heather when she married my brother Irv. Heather was the real deal, the perfect match for Irv – in fact one of the best I’ve ever seen - and we will miss her sharp mind and dry wit. In the past few years two of my brothers also passed away ~ far too young, all of them. As families seem to be these days we are spread far and wide, but the remaining three brothers and four sisters-in-law were there along with several nieces and nephews and some grandchildren, and we had a nice family reunion. We keep saying we must stop meeting like this...
On Monday we had a few hours before flying home and were fortunate enough to be able to spend them with Irv and another brother Don. Along with my daughter Shelley we went out for a nice lunch during which we laughed and we cried. Afterward Don and I were dawdling in front of the restaurant when I looked down and saw two shiny pennies. I always pick up pennies, a holdover from some of our mom’s superstitions. I gave one to Don for luck.
When we walked back into Don’s front foyer we looked down and there on his shiny new dark hardwood floor were two bright pennies. We could not believe it. Irv & Shelley were not privy to the previous pennies, so we told them the story as we stared down at them. All of us were sure they had not been there when we left. I bent down and scooped them up, kept one and gave the other to Don.
Heather was Irish and I have been told several times that I am a faerie. It feels as if I may be but it is not something I practice. I do not know for sure what the significance of the pennies were, and I will hold in my heart my own belief of it, but of one thing I am certain: There is a significance ~ and I will forever think of Heather when I think of shiny pennies.
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On Monday we had a few hours before flying home and were fortunate enough to be able to spend them with Irv and another brother Don. Along with my daughter Shelley we went out for a nice lunch during which we laughed and we cried. Afterward Don and I were dawdling in front of the restaurant when I looked down and saw two shiny pennies. I always pick up pennies, a holdover from some of our mom’s superstitions. I gave one to Don for luck.
When we walked back into Don’s front foyer we looked down and there on his shiny new dark hardwood floor were two bright pennies. We could not believe it. Irv & Shelley were not privy to the previous pennies, so we told them the story as we stared down at them. All of us were sure they had not been there when we left. I bent down and scooped them up, kept one and gave the other to Don.
Heather was Irish and I have been told several times that I am a faerie. It feels as if I may be but it is not something I practice. I do not know for sure what the significance of the pennies were, and I will hold in my heart my own belief of it, but of one thing I am certain: There is a significance ~ and I will forever think of Heather when I think of shiny pennies.
Also posted to the Red Room
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