No, not a coin. A China cabinet, which was my grandmother’s. If any object said, Grandma, that was it. And twice it was opened, and nobody opened it. And we had just been talking about her. A light that never worked turned on at the moment my mom’s brother died. A tree in our back yard fell when my own brother died, in the opposite way it was leaning. Twice my car battery bolts were loosened, and only my brother would use my car to say hello. Stuff like that.
Got it.
If any type of object defined this friend of mine it was old coins. Very specific type as well.