A good friend of Mrs. Charm, hitting a bar for a stiff one after Mrs. C’s memorial gathering the other night, says she saw a streak of light and a shiny, new 2015 penny at her table that wasn’t there before.
It fits with these older sayings and, even a book, none of which negate her experience. They rather enhance it, to my mind. But then she and I are both believers in the soul, whatever the atheist materialists of modern science say.
Which helps, I suppose. As do these popular offerings.