I turned 51 a few weeks ago and three days after that my mother turned 89. Common sense and reality deserted me in my 51st year and so I went to visit my mother on both days filled with expectation and hope. On neither day would she open her eyes and look at me. I sadly took her presents back home, to save for a day when she was more here than there. I spent time with her last Saturday. I ended up opening her gifts, holding them up close for her to see, putting them away carefully for another day.