There’s nothing more I can add here, about the pain my mother’s in. Instead, I’ll talk about the birthday gift I got for my great nephew. (I actually talked about his birth here.)

A friend of mine, years ago, bought an unopened set of baseball cards when his son was born. He didn’t give it to him until he was 15 (and was not only a baseball fan but a collector as well). He was so excited to see all those rookie cards, some which had become pretty valuable.

There are many times, as adults, we’ll think; “If I’d only bought those books, or cards, or toys, or whatever has become valuable over the years, back then.”

Well, this way, whenever his parents decide to give him this gift, he won’t have to ask that question about these cards.