Some of you might be wondering why the title is called ladybugs and dimes. But I had two people in mind when making this. I do not know them very well but they shared a feeling with me that motivated me to make this. One lady I work with had a husband that passed away years ago, she would stay by his side in the hospital for hours until the day that he died. Heart broken she walked out and sat on the benches outside the hospital and noticed a ladybug on the window. She took this as some kind of sign. Later that day she went home and sat on the chair where her husband would always sit before he died. There she saw another ladybug, to this day she collects ladybug pens, magnets, knickknack and other objects just to feel that he is still with her.
For the dimes story, I also have a man who I also work with that recently lost his loved one due to brain cancer. Ever since that lost he has been finding dimes in the oddest places. Even the smallest occurrence of him finding a dime out the blue brings a tear to his eye when finding the dime. Yet, holds it in his hands because he feels that it is still his loved one that he is holding on to. That is the story of ladybugs and dimes.
10) you are gone forever, But forever you will stay. One is as bright as our future and the other will fly away.
For the dimes story, I also have a man who I also work with that recently lost his loved one due to brain cancer. Ever since that lost he has been finding dimes in the oddest places. Even the smallest occurrence of him finding a dime out the blue brings a tear to his eye when finding the dime. Yet, holds it in his hands because he feels that it is still his loved one that he is holding on to. That is the story of ladybugs and dimes.
10) you are gone forever, But forever you will stay. One is as bright as our future and the other will fly away.
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In a less morbid sense, relating to your description (I'm afraid I don't have time to listen as of this comment writing):
When my mom moved into her current house, it was in rather sorry shape. She kinda felt it was "calling out" to her. How? She kept finding pennies blending in with the brown rug, or hidden away in a corner, or what have you. ... Her name's Penny. :D
When my mom moved into her current house, it was in rather sorry shape. She kinda felt it was "calling out" to her. How? She kept finding pennies blending in with the brown rug, or hidden away in a corner, or what have you. ... Her name's Penny. :D
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