One of my favorite memories is of my mother and I on a park bench in Paris, France. It was the last city of our three week tour through Europe and after breakfast of croissants and coffee, we sat on a park bench to decide how to spend our day. I ended up asleep, my head in her lap, the cool early summer breeze funneling through L'arc de Triomphe and over us, ruffling my mother's frosted feathered hair.