Dimes

    For two days I had been finding dimes all over the place.  I had found two dimes in the morning before I headed to the coffee shop.  A woman came out the café holding a drink in each hand.  She said that there was a dime on the ground and I should pick it up.  I picked it up and tossed it in the tip jar.  When I heard the coin clink into the jar I thought about how strange it was to find so many dimes lately. Then I thought about my Grandpa who had just passed away two days earlier all the way across the country in New York.  
    Grandpa was 96 when he passed away.  I do not think I can write about how important Grandpa was in my life.  He and Grandma never missed a tea party, horse show, graduation, surf contest, holiday, birthday, heart break...almost every great memory I have of growing up they were in it. 


The great Grandpa Houdini mystifying one of my birthday parties

     Grandpa always had a twinkle in his eye and a laugh to share except when he was bitching out some waiter or hotel clerk.  Loosing him at such an old age didn't bring me comfort.  I wanted him to live through my whole life so I would never have to lose him.
   The following week, when I was at work, I thought about all the dimes that had I found and wondered if it meant anything.  I decided to google it.  It turned out that there were pages of links related to finding dimes after someone very close to you passes away.  It was described as a paranormal phenomena that happens when a loved one passes.  It is thought that they are sending you a message from the other side.  There are personal stories, poems, religious discussions, books based on the phenomena and there is even a Facebook page about it.  I kicked myself for not saving all but two of dimes. 
     I called my Mom and sister, Katy, to tell them about the dimes from Grandpa.  They thought that was so cool.  I wished that I had three dimes so I could send them each one and we could all have one.  I had not found any dimes for a few days so I asked Grandpa to send me just one more.  Days passed and no dimes.  I decided that I would send the two dimes I had to Mom and Katy.  I was happy enough with having the magic of finding them.  That night, as I was getting ready for bed, I found one dime sitting right in the middle of my bedspread.  Thank you Grandpa.  I miss you and Grandma so much and love you even more.

Grandpa and me breaking it down!

 

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