As I shared the coins, I was amazed to see how the coins and the message seemed to touch people sometimes without me saying a word. This unspoken significance of the coin became especially clear to me when I placed a coin on each of the side rails of my mother’s bed as she struggled with Alzheimer’s disease.
Once the beautiful, confident matriarch of our family, she was now a fragile, frightened, child-like shell of the person she once was, unable to remember anyone. When Mommy looked at the coin hanging on the side rail of her bed, she smiled and said “There’s my angel.” A calmness came over her. The little coin with the angel and the message You are never alone had done what words could not do…it touched something deep inside of her.
When Mommy died, I shared the coins with our family at her funeral. I believed this was the purpose of my dream and the coins with the angel and the message You are never alone.
I could now put this dream to rest…
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