For several weeks, I’ve been finding a coin a day. On Wednesday and Friday, I found a quarter each morning, unusual because I usually find dimes and pennies. On Friday night it was two pennies. Then Saturday morning it was another penny. While most of these were out on my walks or my run, a few of them were as I walked into a store.


After the coin Saturday morning, I realized that they were about Father’s Day. And it made me wonder, would I find a coin on Father’s Day itself?


That’s where the problem began. I started to look for the coins. I typically don’t do this because I know they come to me when my thoughts are elsewhere. It started Saturday night when my dog Hattie and I walked our usual two-and-a-half miles. Having finished the rough draft of a fiction manuscript earlier in the day, I tried to distract myself by thinking about what manuscript I would complete next. It didn’t work.


This morning I did it again; I couldn’t stop looking. Early in the afternoon I took a walk to the grocery storey to pick up a prescription for my husband. I thought for sure I would find a coin then. Nothing.


There would still be one more opportunity in the evening, when Hattie and I walked again, but I forgot about the coins in the course of the rest of the afternoon. I thought maybe Dad wasn’t leaving me any, being a trickster, since there had been many recently.


Anyone who knows me well, also knows that I run most of my errands early in the morning each day. However, with the wind raging and fires burning, leaving Albuquerque in a haze, there was no swimming in the pool in the afternoon. I had finished everything on my list I wanted to complete, knowing next was to read an unfinished manuscript. Instead, I thought I would run my Monday morning errands, ensuring I could sit down and get right to work instead Monday morning.


Walking into a store where I usually buy my dogs’ their rawhides, I looked down and saw a dollar. I knew then I had been led away from home for a reason. Instead of leaving me a coin, he threw down a dollar. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.


Michelle Linn-Gust, Ph.D., is an international author and speaker about finding hope after loss and change. She is the author of several books including Rocky Roads: The Journeys of Families through Suicide Grief and Ginger's Gift: Hope and Healing Through Dog Companionship. Her first book, based on the suicide of her younger sister Denise, Do They Have Bad Days in Heaven? Surviving the Suicide Loss of a Si..., inspired siblings around the world in their survival after a loved one’s suicide. She is the President of the American Association of Suicidology and lives in Albuquerque, N.M. Read more about Michelle at

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