My grandpa died when I was 12. At 12 I didn't know how much I was going to miss him later in life. I often wonder what he would think of me now, what he would think of my husband, and most importantly what he would think of my daughter. He was a wonderful man, and he was alot of why my mom's side of the family is close.
I remember he had this bank that sat in the living room. My cousins and I would always dump the coins out to put them back in. The simple things in life. That is where he kept his bicentennial quarters that he collected. My mom always gave them to him when she found them. After he died, my mom thought that when she would find a bicentennial quarter in her change that it was grandpa winking at her, just to say Hi.
A few years later once I was old enough to really understand my mom told me about this. So when I found one in my change I would give it to my mom. She asked me recently why I didn't hold on to them for myself. I'm not really sure. I guess I just like sharing with her that I still think about him and I haven't forgotten.
The day my cousin was married we left Aubree with Adam's parents. Thinking its best not to take a 2-year-old to a wedding. We picked her up on the way to the reception and stopped at the gas station to grab a drink. I went in and grabbed our drinks. When I paid I used cash, which I only had because we pull out cash when we go out of town. When my change came out of the dispenser, I looked down to find a Bicentennial quarter staring back at me. Hi grandpa.
I immediately called to tell my mom, she couldn't believe it either. He had found a way to be there with us on my cousins wedding day.
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