Sometimes I just look up, smile and say: "I know that was you".

I wouldn't be what people call an observant creature. When I was a child and we would go on family road trips, I was always the last one to notice the deer, moose, elk, or bear in the woods. If a friend got a new hair cut, I would be the last one to notice. My husband could completely tear out a flower bed in the front of our house, and I'm oblivious to it.  The irony is that my job requires me to have a crazy amount of attention to detail. But it is a little known fact by people close to me, that once I shut my computer down at work, my brain flies right out the window.
What I'm saying, is that for the most part, I have to be hit by a Mack truck to usually notice something out of place or peculiar. About a week ago I had a very interesting day. It started out with a visit to the kids pediatrician where they had their well child visit. On our way out, a cute little old man came up to my son and said, "young man, do you have something in your ear?" Then he pulled a shinny quarter out of his ear and handed it to my son. He proceeded to do the same thing with my daughter. The kids ate it up. Lastly, that little old man looked over at me, smiled a half smile and winked good bye. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. My dad used to pull that coin trick with the nieces and nephews and he would always half smile and wink at me when ever we would say good bye to each other.
The next odd moment of the day involved my son. Right after we returned from the doctor, he ran around the house and started to play like normal. When I was explaining this interesting interaction with the old man to my husband, our son came up and handed me a shiny penny. Now that little munchkin finds pennies every where and I am convinced it is a sign from my dad.
Finally, I get a text from one of my cousins at the end of the day that says "Really miss my Uncle today. Not sure why 😢".
So, if you're wondering why I always talk about getting signs from my dad and not my mom, I think I can explain that. My mom was very open minded to thoughts about the afterlife. She was a little more free spirited in her understanding of spirits and how she assumed they interacted with the living. I don't get signs from my mom because I literally see her in everything and everyone. She is the air I breathe, the flowers I smell, and sunshine that warms my face on hot summer day. She is present always, and is a constant reminder for me to focus on the good in this world.
My dad on the other hand was a little more skeptical about all that "wacky" spirit world stuff. He believed in heaven, he just didn't believe that people who had passed on could pull a Casper the friendly ghost moment.
So here's my theory. I think he made it to heaver, had a crazy welcoming party from all his friends and family, then realized all that wacky spirit world stuff wasn't all that crazy after all. The trouble was, he couldn't hang out down here all the time. No one would believe it was him, on account of the fact that he was so vocal about his speculation of the spirits. So when he comes to visit, it's a special occasion and he always has something he wants you to know. That day, about a week ago, I think he just wanted to let me know, he's not missing a thing. He sees my kiddos growing up and he is always with us, even if he doesn't show it all the time.
On special days like that one, I just look up, smile and say: "I know that was you".