Most people today no longer value a penny. They see one on the ground and they don’t even pick it up, it is left to be stepped on and get dirtier every second. However, for me pennies are extremely important. Growing up I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s house and while I was there I could almost always find a penny. I didn’t realize until about four years ago though why I was always finding pennies at my grandparent’s home. My father four years ago told me that my grandpa was always leaving pennies around the house for my grandma who loved to play the penny slots at the casino. Four years ago my grandfather passed away from cancer. On the day of my grandpa’s funeral though a crazy thing happened, everyone in my family found a penny in the craziest place. I personally found my penny on the stairs in my house. Now to someone who isn’t in my family this wouldn’t seem that abnormal but mom is someone who loves to have a clean house and she had just vacuumed earlier that morning so finding this penny there was pretty crazy. Now fast forward four years and I don’t think you could find anyone who values a penny more than I do. Since being at college I have found four pennies, all in some pretty weird places and every time I found one I know my grandpa is there with me, making sure I am safe
Now because I value these pennies so much and think of them as my grandfather, I have become sort of a believer you could say. These pennies are a part of who I am,. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t hope to find a penny and be reminded of my grandfather. And when I do find a penny I can’t help but smile and think of my grandpa. My faith in these pennies has shaped a lot of things about my life and made me believe that even though someone is gone they still are there with you in some way. I don’t think I will ever stop valuing pennies as much as I do or will ever let them stop reminding me of my grandpa.
I love your story and definitely think that the pennies are a sign of your grandpa! This reminds me of a story a girl from church told me one day, about one of her close friends. He had earned the nickname "Quarters" because at his first frat party in college he paid the cover charge completely in quarters. Andy's favorite band was Kansas. He tragically died in a car accident a few years ago. On the day of his funeral, my friend opened her glove box, something she rarely did, and found a Kansas Quarter. She took it as a sign that Andy was looking down on her. Even now, years later, she continues to find quarters in random places, and it always reminds her that Andy is looking out for her. I hope that you keep finding pennies and that you are always reminded of your grandpa! :)
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