My mother always told me that pennies lying on the ground are sent from loved ones in heaven. A little hello when we are sad, just to let us know they are still there. I adopted this tradition and now when I pick up that simple coin I think of my mother. When I was 22 she was diagnosed with a rare incurable cancer. We had two years together after that devastating diagnosis, in the fall of 2007 she slipped away from this world into her next journey. I often find pennies now when I am sad and need her, or when I have good news and want to share it with her. Whether she is leaving pennies for me or not, she gave me the gift of memories. Finding a penny is a reminder of all of the joy she brought into my life when she was here, and the joy she continues to send me every time I think of her.