I’ve written here before about my dad’s love of motorcycling during his life and how he also loved the story about pennies from Heaven – how when an angel is thinking about you, they send a penny to remind you. Since my dad passed away in 2009, I have found many, many pennies. Most memorable of course are the 21 I found in the tank bag of my first bike. I carry those with me on the bike to this day, in his memory.
Last week was a rough one for me. It brought some personal news I was not prepared for and felt like a giant boulder was flung into my life. It’s nothing that can’t be overcome, but I needed some time to sort through things. In one day it seemed I went through all the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. These stages are not linear of course and I found myself bouncing between denial and bargaining many, many times.
On Friday afternoon my riding buddy texted me about going for a ride after work. At first I didn’t want to do anything but go home and mope around. But I know that riding is good therapy for me, so I said yes. It turned out to be just what I needed to shake off the week and let my mind work through all that had happened.
At some point in the evening we stopped at a gas station to discuss where we were heading next. We were both parked near a tire air station and as I looked over, I noticed pennies on the ground – 3 of them lined up in a perfect row at the base of the air station. I mentioned it to my friend and as he came to look he said hey, there’s some more. Oh, and here! And look at these! In all, we found 14 pennies. I knew it was my dad, my angel letting me know he’s always with me and that everything will be ok.In addition to riding, this was exactly what I needed.
I don’t yet know exactly what is next, but I know that I can handle it, whatever it is. There is always something to be grateful for and I am grateful that my angels remind me they are with me when I need them the most.
By the way, I have several more posts to write about the trip to British Columbia. I haven’t forgotten; I simply felt that this post needed to be written first.