I’ve kept this story in my heart until a few days ago. I was talking to a woman who was going
through a similar loss and I felt compelled to share it with her. She said she was so thankful that I did.
The night my mother slipped away from this world, through my grief and mourning – somewhere in the back of my mind there was this story, or poem that kept trying to find it’s way through. I kept remember reading something about pennies from Heaven.
I had gone back to the hotel that night, full of pain and emptiness. Still, this poem was getting
the better of me, so in the middle of my hurting, I looked it up on the net. It goes like this;
I found a penny
All shiny and new
I found a shiny penny
And I know it’s from you.
You can’t be here
I know that’s true
But I appreciate the fact
That I am reminded of you.
Pennies from Heaven
They drop to the ground
To remind us of loved ones
Who once were around.
So next time you see one
Laying there all alone
Pick it up and smile
For you know from where it was thrown!
The author was anonymous. After I read this poem, I decided to go down the hall and get a soft drink from the vending machine.
As I walked down the hall, my heart was so heavy and I was staring at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. And as I was approaching that vending machine, looking down, I could see something kind of shimmer. As I drew closer, I saw a penny and I got chills. And when I got completely to the machine, there on the ground were 14 pennies!!
I knelt at that vending machine picking up those pennies, sobbing, and thanking God and my mom for this amazing message.
It hasn’t stopped there. Ever since then, I find pennies in places where they weren’t before. I see them everywhere now, on the ground, on counters, in so many random places and so it seems, in moments when I need reassurance the most.
It’s a pretty cool when you stop and think about it. My God and my Mom are tossing pennies to me from Heaven.
~ Robynn S. Jaymes