I’ve heard people say, ‘dimes are a sign of love from someone on the other side’. I guess I’ve never really thought much about it…until yesterday.
Although I am not really ready to go through Fraser’s clothes, I was at the back door looking for gloves….apparently some have run off with socks from the dryer. Fraser had 4(!!) left hand gloves with no mate. I know how ya feel….I’m a lefty with no mate too. :/
As I searched the back closet for the hiding gloves I pushed Fraser’s coats aside to make sure they weren’t hiding amongst them. It took me a moment, but as my hand held a coat back, I decided then that practicality trumps sentiment. It’s minus a bazillion out (yes, it’s that cold) and Fraser’s coats could be put to far better use than hanging there simply for my sentiment and because I’m ‘not ready’.
One by one I removed them from their hanger; made sure they were clean; zipped them up and cleaned all the pockets out. Man oh man-he was my Kleenex guy! I carry them in my purse (sometimes…waaay more often now!) and he would often lament the fact I never seemed to have any handy on our walks. I told him it was because I don’t carry my purse on our walks, and besides, I knew he had it handled; and he did! Nothing but tissue in those pockets! 14 coats; a pile of tissues, 2 receipts, 2 halls candies (just because they’re minty doesn’t make them ‘lozenges’. lol) and, *tinggggg…a dime from the last coat dropped on the floor. Except I was just holding the coat; I hadn’t gone through the pockets yet. 14 coats (I told him he had a lot but he didn’t believe me) and 1 dime.
I seem to always find some sort of cash in my pockets. (Subliminal message: use cash. Lol) Fraser would shake his head as every now and then I’d find a $20 bill or some other cash in a pocket of my jeans. I decided yesterday that maybe I will leave the odd bill in a pocket and not take it out. Not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, but when I die my kids should be able to find something fun besides tissues…and maybe a dime.
What are the chances of that dime? 1 in 14 I suppose…but there were many pockets, so maybe it’s more like 1 in like, 56? I stood there for a moment staring at this dime. I took a deep breath and said, ‘If this is you Fraser, then, thank you. I love you’. And then the tears welled up.
I miss him wearing those coats. I miss walking with him. I miss him having tissues for me…I miss all of him. I grabbed a clean tissue from the pile, thanked him for the dime and thanked him, one last time, for being prepared and having tissues to share with me, yet again.
Today I delivered the coats and hats etc. to the Mustard Seed Society (local shelter). I am grateful they will be put to good use and hopefully keep someone warm during this cold snap. There was a lineup out the door of people waiting to find warmth and shelter for the evening.
Really puts my ‘sentiment’ in perspective doesn’t it? Going through his clothes won’t be the hardest thing I do. I’m already going through the toughest thing so far…this is just uncomfortable. And that isn’t life-threatening; but the cold is. So, practicality definitely trumps discomfort; and I took Fraser’s dime as a way of letting me know it was ok. And so it is🙏
Stay warm💕
Xo, Brooke
P.S. for what it’s worth….inflation dude! Dimes? For the record, (Fraser are you listening?) I’m totally ok with loonies and toonies too…or dollar bills. Just in case that’s possible. Not sure what the rules ‘over there’ are…but I don’t really like rules anyways. I’m willing to do this differently. 😁
I find pennies, I believe that is my dad and since mom passed on, I’ve found dimes all over. I found one the other day in our guest bedroom. No ones been in there since Christmas, and I obviously have cleaned it! Our guest room is known as GG’s room, so I think she was reminding me it’s still her room! Whatever it means, I’ll take all the little ‘hello’s’ that come my way 💕
Some people find feathers, but I am always finding dimes. In inexplicable places in my house mostly, but a week or two ago, there was one beside my vehicle where I park at work. I have a whole souvenir turtle full of dimes. I always think they're from my grandpa or dad or father in law or (more recently) my step dad. Maybe dimes are a man thing? (I can't see my grandma leaving me dimes - too wasteful 😂)
If they've started showing up for you, you will keep seeing them. They're a nice "Hi, I'm here for you even if you can't see me' ❤️
It used to be "pennies from heaven" but since they are gone, maybe we've gone to dimes. Because they are the next smallest in size? The poor nickle. Just a beaver; no pretty and historically significant sail boat.
Hope the tissues were the clean ones. I hope no one uses the tissues I carry around. Drips get wiped then they dry so they continue to be of use.
Bless your kind soul for donating the jackets. I'm sure you could have sold some of the 14!!! because Fraser had nice quality stuff. His wife might have something to do with that. She's nice quality stuff herself.
Breaks my heart for you to have to do the cleaning up part. Bu…