Dimes

When my mother died two years ago, I began finding dimes.  I would find a random one on the carpet.  One in the washing machine.  On the floor of my car.  The places they would appear would be common or odd - one in my sauna - and it was always a solitary dime.  Never a penny or nickel or quarter.  I mentioned this to Martha when it first started happening and she said “it’s your mom.”  

I didn't really register what she had said and quickly filed it in the WTF? file.  But over the past two years, I have continued to find random dimes.  Sitting on the deck.  In a tool box.  In a doctor’s waiting room.   When packing for Key West I found one in a box where I stored my sandals.  

Last week I was looking for something to wear for my surgery and found the zip up hoodies Martha had bought me for my mastectomy recuperation.  (Breast removal and reconstruction surgery makes it very difficult to put clothes on over your head)   And of course, when I put one on as I left for the hospital, I put my hand in the pocket and found a dime.   And Martha said “your mom is watching over you.”  I smiled.

Then during some of my recuperation down time I googled “finding dimes.”  It’s actually a thing!  So many people reporting the same phenomenon - finding dimes after someone close to them had died. Weird huh?

I don’t really know what to make of this kind of stuff but I do kind of wish I had kept an accounting of all the dimes and all the places I have found them.  I am going to start a list and get a jar to store them in. Maybe they do have something to tell me?