Pennies from Heaven It's been seven years since my father passed. Sitting here in the comfort of my home and browsing through the FaceBook posts, I spotted a post from my relative sharing the pain in the loss of his twin sister, I couldn't help but to reminisce the many unusual encounters I experienced soon after the loss of my aging father. It was one of those things that I've struggled, whether to dismiss it as a passing fancy, or take it as a sign from my father. I've found pennies in places that defied explanation. Pennies that seem to point at an object with a message. A few weeks after the completion of my sister's house that was rebuilt to suit a multi-generational need, so my mother can live with her during her final stage of her life; my sister emptied the family room at my parents' house that was formally a makeshift bedroom for her and her husband, so I can vacuum and shampoo the carpet. During the vacuuming phase; I was running alongside the ba...