After reading my book, Dying is Weird, my cousin Jo shared this story with me.
My brother Jim passed away on August 27th, 2014. He was always telling me and a few others, how when he was a kid, playing outside, he found some pennies stacked one on top of the other on the sidewalk. He ran in and told our Mom that he found this stack of pennies and she scolded him and said, “Jim you know you didn’t find those pennies stacked up like that. You took them from my purse or one of the banks.”
When he was older he admitted he took the pennies from the house and the memory of it would make him laugh. If he told me that story once he told me 50 times throughout his life. I would stop him and say, “Jim, I know that story by heart, you have told me a thousand times how they were stacked up. Really!”
Two weeks after he passed away I was at the Casino where Jim and I often went. I started walking toward a dollar machine and sat down to play. It was then I noticed something in the tray of the machine. There was a stack of pennies in the tray, just the way he had always described them. I was so shocked I just grabbed the pennies and threw them in my purse. In my excitement, I forgot to count them or look at the dates. My brother Jim did that, I know! He had to tell me one more time about his stack of pennies.
Josephine Gussert Schreiner