Pennies from Heaven
Legend has it that when you find a penny it is a sign sent from an angel as a reminder that they are still around. A sort of copper colored telegram from heaven that pleasantly interrupts your day as you stumble across one in an unexpected place. Now, I wouldn't call myself a skeptic but I am certainly cautious when it comes to believing in signs. I guess its because the loss I suffered is so great that it would break me in two if the sign was proven to be a fraud. I cannot, however, reason away the fact that Jaymon has been sending me pennies since he passed away almost four years ago. I have found so many of them and in such unusual ways that the truth easily dispels the myth and I am assured that Jaymon is in fact still around. Almost every load of laundry would produce a freshly cleaned penny, the vacuum is constantly jingling until it reluctantly spits out its copper prize. There just always seems to be a penny left in places where it simply wasn't before. My life is like an ATM but the only currency is pennies and usually Canadian ones. Jaymon was a very outspokenly proud Canadian, so much so that we had a Canadian flag cremated with him. April 2014 when we were in Paris, it was Easter Sunday and we had just tossed the key to a lock with Jaymon's name on it over the famous lock bridge. I remember that the day was full of signs, we were thinking of him more than usual that day and everywhere we turned there would be a reminder of him. At the end of the day, as we were piling our strollers, bags and exhausted selves into the cab, my Kennedy spotted two pennies on the floor of the car. Under closer expection we saw that one was from 1996, the year he was born and the other was from 2013, the year he died. Both pennies were Canadian. There is no way to explain it. I know with as much certainty as I know my own name that Jaymon is sending us pennies from heaven. Thank-you son..each penny you send me makes my world a richer place.