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Wayback when I was a teen                                                             ­    a phone  call cost a dime                                                             ­                    My  daddy had some mixed feelings                                                        about  my now husband at the time                                                        We were going out on our first date                                                      I  brought him in to meet my dad                                                                  Daddy   said  don't  stay out too late                                                       we  tried to get out of there fast                                                                          He  slipped a  dime in  my hand                                                             ­       said  you  call me if you need me                                                       at  the  time I didn't understand                                                       ­     Come  to find out he saw it all clearly                                                          ­   Years have come and have gone by                                                              I'm still with that man and I realize                                                         I've  given too much and over compromised                                              till I'm no longer someone I recognize                                                      My daddy passed a long time ago                                                                  but he still watches over me , I know                                                           because for years everywhere I go                                                             I'm  still finding dimes that say, "Hello"                                                 At  first I didn't think much of it                                                               ­        I'd put them in my pocket and forget                                                           ­     But that was merely the onset                                                            ­      I  have over fifty now, I am blessed                                                          ­      Every  time that I've needed him there                                                       To  feel his love, to feel someone cares                                                     I'll  stumble across one in an odd place                                                 and  his love brings a smile to my face
This is a true story. My Dad never liked my husband & never wanted us to marry, said he couldn't trust a man who couldn't look him in the eye. Wish I would have listened. When I first started finding dimes (never pennies, nickels, quarters, just dimes) I never put it together, until I was finding them, lots of them after we has serious arguments or I was really lost or very sad. I started saving them after a few years after his passing because it was getting too coincidental, then it started making sense. I moved into a new home in 2017 ,it was empty except a chair, with a dime on it, no kidding. I found one today, I have been contemplating some really tough life altering choices for a while now and am getting answers from him from beyond the grave, and Daddy, I am listening, I am listening.
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Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
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