I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this, but my dad loved to collect coins. His dad saved coins and he saved coins. He even saved a set of coins for each of us from our birth year, and gave it to us when we were mature enough to know not to spend it all on candy. (I got mine earlier this year, and those gummi worms were delish.) Even as adults, we’d all save our coins and he’d go through them checking dates to see if we had any old ones from years he needed for his collection. In my mind’s eye, I can see him sitting at the dining room table with his magnifying glass, coins scattered everywhere, carefully checking each one.
I was watching tv with my boss during lunch today and they had a commercial for some sort of new commemorative coins. I turned to her and said, “You know, if my dad was still alive---” and then I stopped, because I suddenly realized the significance of my words. I couldn’t believe how sad and strange it felt to hear those words coming out of my mouth. Sigh.