Seeing Mom in this condition, in this setting, can be both fun and sobering. Fun because, as you can plainly see, there are no filters there. You're 92 and, by golly, you're going to speak your mind. I also wonder if this is how I'll wind up. I would say the moral of the story is while so much of life is out of our control, if you have the resources, go ahead and plan that oft-delayed vacation to Mt. Rushmore. Take that cruise to Alaska. Be transformed by the art and architecture of the Vatican. Yes, Mom's right: From cradle to grave, we are on our own. At the same time, celebrate those people you cross paths with. We're part of a vast, mysterious spiritual web, where each of us has a voice. Life will take care of the rest.