Since the passing of my father, Peter, back in April 2014 we have experienced an ongoing miracle of divine signs. Our family has been gifted with the realization of just how close our deceased loved ones are. Dad wasn’t gone for more than two hours when we realized that he was already trying to connect with us from the other side.
Mom was the first to receive Dad’s gift of dimes. The first was found in her coat pocket as we were leaving Regina’s General Hospital, just an hour after Dad had passed away. At first, Mom didn’t think much of finding the dime in her coat pocket, but she did think that it was a little odd.
My mother is the type of woman who will take the time to put all of her change in her wallet. She’s cute…she could have five people standing in line behind her waiting for the till at the grocery store and she’ll still take the time to put her change away. It’s just the way she is, so that’s why the one and only dime she felt in her coat pocket seemed completely out of place.
After leaving the hospital that night Trent and I headed to Mom’s house in Regina to spend the night. It was a long day for all of us and we hadn’t even taken time to eat. Trent dropped Mom and I off at her house, then headed to a local fast food restaurant to grab us a meal.
Mom and I visited a bit and then she headed down the hallway to her bedroom. As she turned on the light she noticed a shiny dime on Dad’s dresser. This dime was placed directly in front of a small porcelain alter server statue. This statue was given to Mom and Dad as a wedding gift from the priest that married them 56 years ago. Mom thought for a minute, and then accepted the fact that she had been very busy since Dad took ill, she must not have noticed the dime there prior to today.
Trent returned with our supper and we all sat down and ate. We were all still in shock with how quickly our day changed. Dad seemed to be getting better day by day. It’s crazy at how quickly our hopes can turn into such a sad reality.
After supper Mom headed downstairs, she had remembered that she had thrown a load of laundry in earlier that day; she needed to move it to the clothes dryer. She walked into the laundry room and as she was tossing the wet clothes in the dryer she noticed one lonely dime sitting on the dryer. There was very little clutter on either unit, so this dime almost jumped out at her. She was more than certain that she hadn’t put the dime there. Mom headed back upstairs somewhat puzzled by the three dimes she had noticed over the last couple of hours.
Trent and I were now relaxing in the living room when Mom let out a yell from the bathroom. Have you guys been putting dimes throughout my house? Trent and I looked at each other. I asked, What are you talking about? Mom stepped out of the bathroom where she had just received her fourth dime. This dime was sitting right in front of her makeup bag on the countertop.
Mom then explained to Trent and I what had been happening to her over the course of the past two hours. Both Trent and I had a light bulb moment. I was pretty sure that I had read a book by the medium John Edward and in that book he stated that the souls that have passed will sometimes send us coins to let us know that they are still with us.
Making the connection
My Dad, Peter Garchinski, in the Regina General Hospital, the last time I saw him, five days before he passed away. Taken April 20, 2014.
Trent then remembered a story that Mom and Dad shared with us often over the course of our marriage. On Mom and Dad’s first date Dad had taken Mom to the movie. Mom remembers sitting there smelling the popcorn. Being a young teacher and on a strict budget, Dad never offered to buy her the popcorn. Mom had teased Dad for 56 years about being a little too tight with the popcorn funds.
Trent asked, How much did the popcorn cost back then? Mom said, 10 cents.
We all knew that Dad hadn’t left us, and he was right there smiling at how we recognized his presence. Over the course of the next few weeks (and now years) we have been receiving dimes almost daily. His family, retired work colleges, friends will all attest to this beautiful connection. Whenever we share this remarkable happening with someone new, they either have a story to share with us, or within the next couple of days we’ll get a phone call or a text message explaining another dime find.
And Dad, we miss you terribly, but the connection you’ve made with us has eased our sad hearts. Thank you for lifting our heavy load.
Ask, listen and be watchful