by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
In another sad moment, Cozy Chick Ellery lost her sister-in-law on Monday due to childbirth complications (the baby is fine), shocking for all of us. Ellery's helping care for the newborn.
One old and expected. One young and so unexpected.
However, rather than write a maudlin post, I want to share a story about pennies.
A dear friend once told me that when she left the church after her mother’s funeral service, she spotted a bright and shiny penny on the church steps. She picked it up, took it home, and put it in a bowl. Since then, she’s found pennies after family events – weddings, baptisms - and at times when she craves her mother’s love and support the most. She had to get a bigger bowl.
So I was overwhelmed when we learned of the Baker patriarch’s passing and within a few minutes I’d picked up a bright and shiny penny next to the chair I was sitting in.
Of course, that reminded me, and I told my husband the story.
But things grew strange from there.
You see, my husband isn’t the one finding pennies. I am. One on the passenger seat of my car. Another on the basement steps. Six in all found in the strangest places within my home or vehicle.
I’m not sure what it means, if anything. But those pennies are gathering in a decorative bowl. I’ll think of my father-in-law every single time I find one, probably forever. He was a loving and generous human being. I was lucky to have known him.
I hope Ellery will find the same kind of comforting thoughts in something as simple as a penny.
How about you? Have you ever had a sign you thought might be from beyond the grave?