The last time I saw my grandmother, whom I call “Mimi,” was the thanks giving of 2012. My grandmother and I were able to spend the whole day together, just her and I. At first, I did not want to. My mother selected me to be responsible for driving Mimi home to Virginia Beach and then back to Ashland Virginia, that’s a four hour ride. I chose to do the right thing and listen to my mom. Because I listened to my mom, I was gifted a priceless memory that will last a lifetime, so I suggest you listen to your mom next time she asks a favor of you. My huge Italian family was gathered for thanksgiving in my aunt Cindy and Uncle Gary’s beautiful, self-designed home that sat of 20 acers of impeccable landscape, which was tucked away in the country of Ashland Virginia. I had just turned 21 and was getting ready to go out with my cousins for the first time when my mother presented me with the opportunity to drive Mimi back to Virginia Beach. At first the thoughts that rushed through my head were, no way! That’s four hours of driving, gas money, and I’ll miss out on all the fun. My mom gave me a look and said, “Nicholas this is your sweet grandmother you don’t get to see her much, trust me.” Something told me I should listen to her, and I did. Mimi was 86 at the time and had been fighting awful arthritis in her neck and hip and basically all over her body for a few years now and the task at hand was to get her back safely to Virginia Beach. As I was loading Mimi’s luggage into the car I remember having thoughts like, I hope this ride isn’t going to be awkward, I’ve never been all alone with her, especially not for a two hour car ride, I wonder what we will talk about? Or if she will even be feeling to converse. What kind of music should I play? How funny would it be if she liked rap. I shut the trunk, hopped into the drivers seat, fastened my seat belt, threw the sports car into gear, and headed out of the long driveway t