My folks liked to take their dog to a dog beach in CA and let her run around. After my dad died, my mom sometimes had difficulty doing things alone that she used to do with dad. One day she was trying to decide whether to take the dog to the beach or not. She went into the closet to get something from the shelf. When she did, a quarter fell out of the closet onto the floor. It was what she needed for the parking meters at the beach. She still thinks it was dad telling her what to do.
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