Found

You know how some people say that their departed loved ones leave them pennies or feathers or they see a cardinal? I have a friend whose grandma leaves her hair pins and another who occasionally smells her mother's perfume. Well, my dad leaves me paperclips. I spot them all the time, on sidewalks and window sills and at gas stations. They are often in my path. Eh, it's probably bunk but I always say, " Hi Dad!" It feels nice.