In the wash

The other day, I was thinking about "I wish I had some Evidence. Evidence that the people I cared about and lost are somewhere, and somewhere better than the place they left behind."

I know, that's the point of faith, believing in things you can't and don't see, but sometimes life is hard enough that it's easy for your faith to dwindle down and become small and weak.

Anyway. One of the last things I remember joking back and forth on Twitter with Charles Hill about was the tendency of him to find quarters in the washing machine after doing a load. I mean, of course there is an easy explanation of that, for a man: you carry change in your pockets and forget about it and it falls out in the wash.

But anyway, this evening, I did a load of sheets - intending to change the bedsheets this evening. Washed  'em, dried 'em. Pulled them out of the dryer to move them into my bedroom.

And I heard a clatter.

And there, on my tile floor, was a quarter, that apparently went through the washer and drier with them. Yes, with the bedsheets that had sat in my hamper for a week or so, that never got near my purse. (I do not make it a habit of carrying change in my pockets. Sometimes I do, but it is not often).

Think or believe what you will, but I am taking it as the Evidence I was looking for. (Others in my family - one of my cousins in particular - have also had experiences of things happening after someone they cared about passed, things that could be taken as a message from that person). Maybe he's somewhere and laughing, or at least realizing that, no, I wouldn't forget him right away after he was gone.

Edited to add: also, a while back (it might have been as little as a week, or as much as three weeks, I can't remember now) I had a dream where my family was back in the old living room in Hudson, and my dad was there, and he said "Look, my knees work fine now" and he got up and walked across the room and maybe that was another piece of Evidence and not merely wishful thinking on my part in my dream.