I used to read Dear Abby in the Lake Charles newspaper; every so often she would run these "pennies from heaven" letters from people who would find pennies in places or ways that would remind them of someone who had died. I'm a sentimental person, but I just really cannot get into the whole pennies from heaven thing.
I sure do miss my dad though. If I had a penny for every time I've wished I could talk to him, just ONCE, since he's been gone, then DH and I would be drinking champagne on our yacht in the Caribbean right now – 23 years is a long time. They say time heals all wounds, and I suppose it does, but wounds that deep, those wounds, they leave scars.
I was thinking about him last night, and funnily enough, I guess I had my own kind of pennies from heaven moment. To explain – when I was a kid, every Saturday without fail, Daddy and I would watch American Bandstand and Soul Train. He loved music and he taught me to love it too, something that has always stayed with me.
Well, anyway, last night, we were watching Scrubs, and they did a silly skit about moving elderly patients to new rooms. The music they used was Love Train by the O'Jays. I don't think I've heard that song since our Soul Train days. For me, that was like one of Dear Abby's pennies from heaven.
Auntie wrote about the amazingly noisy train whistle that blew during my grandmother's burial service. We thought it seemed like a final salute. At the time, I had fleeting thoughts of a train whistling goodbye, but my new silly thought for the day is of joining a love train. A soul train. I doubt very seriously that Mama and Papa Barber would pick Love Train as their song of choice, although I'm sure they would know it just as they knew all the top forty songs of the seventies because of me (Mama Barber once threatened to write down the words to Bad Bad Leroy Brown and strangle me with them), but, Hey! This is heaven! They can pick whatever song they want to listen to. Love Train is exactly the type of song Daddy would pick. If people can believe in pennies from heaven, then I can believe in train whistles.
Thanks Daddy. I hear you. If you are on that train, I hope you have a better sense of rhythm now.
Daddy and I watched this show together. I wish there was a better version of it on youtube!