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