Hometown Rankin - June & July 2017
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Anyone that has ever lost a loved one<br />
knows of the longing that comes with<br />
wanting to somehow reconnect. In our<br />
minds, we know they’re gone but we<br />
still need to feel them to know that<br />
they’re ok--- and neither time nor<br />
distance can change that desire.<br />
There’s an old saying that goes,<br />
“When cardinals appear, angels are near.”<br />
I’ve always been enchanted by that idea<br />
as the red cardinal has played many<br />
prominent roles throughout our history.<br />
The notion that cardinals are messengers<br />
of spirits exists across numerous<br />
cultures and beliefs--- just ask anyone<br />
that’s seen one when they<br />
needed it most.<br />
But truth be known, redbirds<br />
are pretty common in this area.<br />
They thrive in this habitat and while<br />
I’d love to think that every time<br />
I see one it’s a spirit-come-to-visit,<br />
it’s just as easy for me to<br />
imagine that it’s not.<br />
In 2012, my grandmother died at the<br />
age of 96. When it was time to clean<br />
out her house, her youngest son from<br />
California (and the sibling-declared<br />
family-favorite among the four of her<br />
children and two grandchildren) came<br />
to Mississippi for a week to help with<br />
the overwhelming task ahead. She had<br />
lived in the same house in Yazoo City<br />
for over 80 years.<br />
There was stuff everywhere–in the<br />
attic, in the garage, in drawers, and in<br />
closets stacked from floor-to-ceiling.<br />
Much of it I had meticulously sorted<br />
over the course of several weeks and<br />
months but when it came time to do<br />
the final clearing, a lot of it was taken<br />
to the curb. We worked for days to<br />
ultimately prepare the house to be sold.<br />
I called the waste management<br />
company to arrange for a special pick-up<br />
since it was just too much to leave until<br />
the regular trash day. They needed a<br />
heads up–it was a lot. Besides, I needed<br />
to get back to Jackson and wanted to<br />
know that it would be taken care of.<br />
Early the next morning, as promised,<br />
the garbage truck ran and around<br />
mid-day I called my uncle to verify that<br />
it had, in-fact, all been cleared away. He<br />
walked outside and was just astounded<br />
at what had previously been an absolute<br />
massive amount of rubbish. The<br />
mountain had been reduced to a single<br />
random Christmas ball. Every bit of it<br />
was gone.<br />
As he leaned over to scoop up the<br />
old faded ornament, he noticed<br />
something shining in the grass. He<br />
reached down to find a little gold heart<br />
charm. The irony was not lost on him<br />
that it was all that was left–and that he<br />
had found it. He stuck it in his pocket<br />
and went back inside.<br />
His wife was in the kitchen at the<br />
stove fixing a late breakfast. They were<br />
still on California time and were slow<br />
to get going, not to mention worn out<br />
from the several days of hard labor,<br />
prior. He reached in his pocket and<br />
showed her the heart-shaped trinket<br />
and when she flipped it over, she<br />
noticed right away that it was engraved<br />
with the name John. That was his name<br />
–my grandmother’s youngest son–the<br />
declared family favorite, which now<br />
seemed somehow divinely confirmed.<br />
Coincidence? Maybe.<br />
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