Sometimes when the air is just right and breezy, and I hear the doves cooing, and the shade is dappled as the leaves dance, I can feel the calmness that I knew as a kid at my Grandparents house. It is a welcome feeling even thought it reminds me that I am no longer a child, and that my grandparents are dead. Because the love and warmth of those memories will never grow old, will never die.