The "gift"

"He was the hardest worker I ever knew," they all said as they greeted the family.  "He was a great man. We're so sorry."

Death is a funny thing. It coerces a person into adulthood.  It allows forgiveness for years of pain and lays a thick silver lining on the things you thought you could never let go of.  It forces buried memories to surface.

When she was little, going to the farm was a treat.  Anna, Illinois was an emerald oasis nestled in the heart of southern Illinois.  Paw Paw's fields of beans, wheat, and corn stretched as far as the eye could see; he was so proud of that.  He wanted to own as much land as a person could see standing from the house. 

He had a work ethic like Lincoln, was stubborn as a mule, and had an attention to detail that would rival Martha Stewart in her heyday. He knew every inch of the land, every blade of grass.

In fact, he had the "gift."  Her mother had it, too.  Of the thousands of clover that grew around the farm house, they could always find a four leaf clover.  She remembered spending hours as a child combing through the grass and the gardens, hoping to find this treasure.  Hoping that she, too, had the gift.  Every trip she looked.  She never found one.  He would finally lead her right to one.  He knew exactly where it was all along.

Now she had finally returned to little Anna, Illinois.  She was older, hopefully wiser, more traveled - yet she still got a tinge of excitement as they rounded the corner and first saw the farm burst into view like she was a five-year-old all over again.  

She didn't spend the week crying.  She walked the property, spending time with old memories.  She breathed the country air.  Painstakingly, she looked through clover patches trying one last time to find a four leaf clover.  

She and her mother were about to leave.  It was time to go back to Kansas.  As the family said their goodbyes, she looked straight down to her feet.  She had finally found it, an almost perfect four leaf clover.  Her eyes welled with tears and she bent down to make sure it was real.  As a new parent counts for ten fingers and ten toes, she counted the four separate leaves.  She held it in her hands and smiled, assured that he had directed her to it.