Don't pass by that penny, when you're feeling blue. It may be a penny from heaven, just for you.

Almost everyone in my family believes that our passed on relatives keep in contact with us through surprising little ways. We all think they communicate by dropping shiny pennies along our path, just to let us know they're watching.
The summer after my dad passed, the family didn't know if they wanted to go to the Oregon coast for our annual family reunion because perhaps it would be too sad. I pushed for us to still go, but vowed to make the experience fresh and new, so past memories wouldn't bring perpetual sadness. We rented a big house instead of condos. The biggest change in excursions was, my husband and I booked a ghost adventure tour in underground Portland. It was different and fun, and something my dad would never have done, but mom loved it.
My favorite part of the whole tour was walking through a more colorful section of town. We walked by a string of strip clubs male and female, where we saw some of the dancers standing outside in minimal clothes, taking a break. I'll never forget her reaction to seeing the first male dancer in a speedo. "Oh dear, I am not ready for that". We all started giggling uncontrollably. My mom used to say the funniest things!
But the best part of this story is that right after she saw that young man, there were three shiny pennies in a row on the street. Mom was convinced that dad was not happy with her, and he was giving her a what for, for being in such a place. Insert more continuous laughter. Do I think dad made notice of what we were doing that day? Maybe. It sure does make for a funny story, and my dad always loved a good story.