My grandmother’s favorite birds were cardinals and woodpeckers, and her favorite tree, the dogwood. When she passed away on February 3, 2015, I was devastated. I stayed with her for a little while before I went out onto my parent’s deck to collect my thoughts. As I stood there, multiple male and female cardinals gathered in the tree and bushes around me. I then heard a noise, looked up, and a red-headed woodpecker was pecking on the tree. There are some things you can not explain and that don’t need explaining. My last memory will always be her comforting me as I stood on that deck that fateful day.