Pennies from Heaven

I frequently go through "death" phases. Where I seem to get obsessed with death. Maybe it is because my cat, Misty, just died? Or perhaps it is because I have just been introduced to an empath group/website and have been thinking about intuitive situations from my past?

My father passed away in 1994 which has been awhile ago now, but I still think about him frequently and miss him terribly. Anyway, one strong memory I have of him is that every time he went for a walk, or went anywhere for that matter, he would find money. On the street or parking lot; usually pennies, but occasionally nickles, dimes, quarters, and even dollar bills. He would always pick up the money and put it in a small glass jar he kept on the night stand next to his bed. When the jar got full, he would donate the money to a charity. It always amazed me how quickly the jar would fill up.

After he died, and I was going through a lot of difficult changes in my life, including changing jobs and moving to a new city. Every time I would go for a walk, a glint of light would catch my eye and there would be a coin! It was hard to believe how much money I would find. I called them "pennies from heaven" - a gift from my father. Was he letting me know he was thinking of me - or that he was there watching out for me? I like to think so. I always thanked him and put the money in a glass jar at my bedside.

As time has gone by, I no longer seem to be finding money, or maybe my thoughts are elsewhere, or maybe I don't need that connection as much as I did before? I'm not sure.

But whenever I do find money, to me they are "pennies from heaven". A lot of people tease me, that nobody picks up pennies - they aren't worth anything. But to me they are more precious than gold. They are a memory of/from my dad.