My father always said if he won a million dollars he would have it changed into pennies and then just sit in those pennies and toss them around. Then he would laugh.
Years after he died I would often find 3 pennies, always face up, in the oddest places, at the oddest times. One morning I was waiting for the bus, I was late for work. I was hopping on and off the curb, looking at my watch, craning my neck to see down the street. Where was the damn bus? Then I looked down and there were 3 pennies, arranged in a triangle, heads up. I laughed - it was Daddy.
If I dreamt of him, the next morning I would find pennies. It was never one penny, or two, or four. Always 3, always heads up - altogether, or just one step apart. I could be walking down the street, glance down, see a penny, pick it up. Take another step and there would be another penny, another step, another penny. I'd think "Daddy, you are playing with me" and I could almost hear him laughing.
Always pennies. Always 3. Pennies for kisses...