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Pennies From Heaven

A dad's advice from beyond
by R.J. Wilson
Source: California Psychics

My beloved father passed away last year after a long bout with heart disease. It was devastating to see his health slowly deteriorate before my eyes, but the time we spent together in the hospital, and later at a post-care facility, turned out to be a blessing. It gave us a chance to endlessly chat about anything and everything, which we ended up doing over the span of several months.

Still, when he went quietly in his sleep one night, it rocked my world to the core. I missed him, and the finality of his death was overwhelming. I would never see him or hear his voice again... or would I? In the months following his death, I frequently felt his presence. I even "saw" him in the supermarket one day. He was casually standing sideways with his hand in his pocket. He began telling me a story, but he stopped communicating with me as soon as my husband walked up behind me with the shopping cart. I never mentioned it to my husband because I didn't want him to think that I had completely lost my mind.

Our small dog, Rudy, also sensed my dad's presence. On more than one occasion, he jumped off our bed in the middle of the night to go on a wild sniff and search mission around the house - something very out of character for him. Following Rudy's strange behavior, my husband told me that he experienced a hair-raising encounter in the middle of the night when he accidentally fell asleep downstairs on our couch. He awakened to hear things that sounded like my father was in the room with him. It was at this point that I finally told my husband about my dad's supermarket visit.

When I mentioned these odd occurrences to a friend, she suggested I speak to a Medium at California Psychics. This is when I turned to Darcy ext. 9488. I told her that several members of my family had felt my recently departed dad's presence, and I needed her help making sense of the visits.

When Darcy called on my father to come forward, she told me he was wearing a suit with light gray pants, which was the attire he was buried in. She said one hand was in his pocket and he was standing sideways, which was coincidentally how he presented himself to me at the supermarket. She also told me he had piercing beautiful blue eyes, which again was right on the money. I immediately knew I was in good hands.

Darcy then asked me if I had been finding pennies lately. My jaw dropped. I had indeed come across several loose coins in recent weeks - on the sidewalk, at the office, in my car, on the couch and in the parking lot. What's with all the pennies, I asked myself? Darcy explained that it was a sign from my dad. "He's putting them out there for you," she said. How appropriate, I thought, since my dad was a coin collector. "He says he's going to keep showing you pennies," she added. "So whenever you see one, just think about your dad, I mean, dear ol' dad." I smiled from ear to ear as she corrected herself because my father often referred to himself as "your dear ol' dad."

Next, Darcy told me that my dog Rudy was continually being shown to her. "Your dad enjoys teasing him," she said. "His energy is more on the Earth than it is on the other side. He's adapting, but he's pretty stubborn."

It's true. My dad was set in his ways. He also had a habit of making bold declarations. So when Darcy told me, "I have to give you this because he's continuing to tell me that nitrates are bad for you," it sounded like something he would say. "He feels it's because of nitrates that he passed away... they affected his arteries and were the reason why his heart quit."

Suddenly, his supermarket visit began to make a lot more sense, I thought. "Nitrates are in hot dogs, sausage and bacon... and he's trying to protect you," Darcy added. "He says that they're in everything, and you should read the labels."

I don't eat red meat, so I couldn't figure out why my dad wanted to warn me about nitrates. However, when I later researched them on the Internet, I found out that the pressed turkey sandwiches I get off the lunch truck at work contain nitrates. I now order salads or grilled chicken soft tacos.

Shortly after my reading, I received some disappointing news on my way home from a business trip. As I drearily plopped myself down in the airport shuttle like a wilted flower, I found a shiny coin waiting for me in the seat. I couldn't help but smile because I knew it was a penny from heaven.

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