Being a naturally clumsy person I spend a lot of time looking at the ground – walking, for me, is safer then. Because of this I find all sorts of treasures other people walk right past. I found a silver spoon once and immediately wondered whose mouth it had fallen out of. Another time I found a puzzle piece and knew I had discovered the secret of life – the last piece of the puzzle. ( it turns out it was probably the last piece of someone else’s puzzle – not much changed in my life for the finding of it). I’m weird – I’ll be the first to admit – but I have an interesting story to tell you and Father’s Day seems the perfect opportunity to tell it.
Fortune Tellers hold a certain mystique to me – a good palm or Tarot reading can be highly entertaining and sometimes pretty darned accurate. Once, years ago, a clairvoyant asked me if I found a lot of change on the ground. “Why, yes,” I replied. Pennies frequently jumped into my path (never overlook an opportunity to pick up a penny – it is said they bring good luck). She told me this change was a message from my departed father – and to think of him when I picked the coin up. Weird?? I thought so. I have no idea how a ghost handles currency (pennies from heaven?). I brushed the suggestion off as any skeptic would do.
But I started noticing an increase in my penny finding in the days following the reading. They were popping up in places I hadn’t found them before. Strange.
Canada cancelled the penny in 2012. It took the bank quite a while to gather all the copper discs – people have a penchant for hoarding pennies. But after a couple of years the penny was obsolete. I still found the odd one and thought of my Dad every time I picked one up – the mystical seed had been firmly planted. But the sightings became fewer.
Soon I began to notice an increase in dimes in my path. This would be just like my Dad, I thought, naturally he’d skip right over the measly nickel. I kept the discovery to myself for a while before mentioning it to my sister. She said she had been quietly collecting dimes for a while and she too thought of Dad when she pocketed them.
This coming Sunday is Father’s Day — I think of my Dad often, not just when he is paying me to do so. I miss that old guy. It’s cute though — I found a dime on the passenger seat of my car yesterday morning, and my sister just found a 10 pence at the airport today. If that clairvoyant is right he is walking beside us even now 11 years since his passing (and he obviously doesn’t want us to forget).
To My Dad and all the father’s out there — Happy Father’s Day, you are loved.
