Heaven sends me dimes. Tiny silver signs from above, and I know in my heart—they’re from my Dad.
My father passed away in September 2016, and over the past four years, these dimes have appeared during deeply meaningful moments—times of transition, grief, and even joy. They show up exactly when I need a gentle reminder that he’s near.
The first dime came just a month after he passed.
One night, too tired to pull back the comforter, I wrapped myself in a blanket and drifted into sleep. The next morning, as I climbed out of bed, I heard a soft clink—a coin hitting the floor. I looked down to see a shiny dime resting near the edge of the blanket. It hadn’t been there the night before. Instantly, I felt it. This wasn’t random. It was a message. A touch from beyond. A simple sign from my Dad, saying, I’m here.
Since then, the dimes keep coming!
Two months ago, after the heartbreaking decision to put my sweet dog Ollie to rest, I returned home—and found a dime lying beside his little bed. It felt like a message: Ollie’s with me now. He’s safe.
Weeks later, while driving to the store, I spoke with my uncle. He shared a memory of my Dad, and we both laughed. As I stepped out of the car, another dime lay waiting on the ground, catching the sun. I smiled and whispered, Thank you, Daddy. I knew he was laughing with us.
Life moves forward, but so does love. Every dime is a reminder: he’s still with me. Watching, guiding, and loving from beyond.
Thank Heaven for dimes.