My mom used to force me out of my usual Saturday morning spot on our family room couch and make me drive Gran to Bridge or to get her hair done. I would be furious and yell, “why can’t Coll do it?” On the way, Gran told stories about her trips to Ireland, how she met Pop Pop, and the many friends she had, most of whom I didn’t know but I could see that she loved telling me about them so I listened. I learned the most about her in these car rides, which could have been 20 min. shorter than they were but she was loyal to Drexel Hill. I will miss those Saturday morning drives and we will all miss you, Gran. -Love, Tommy