Verbatim.

I thought I'd just share the email my mother sent this morning. Bear in mind, there was no "hello," and I haven't talked to her since yesterday.

my mom is very sick. swollem glads, sore throat, coughing, just generally lousy. you know, the older you get and you get sick like that it could mean the end of your life. that is what happened with grandma bklyn. she caught an upper resp. infection, and could not get better.

Good morning to you, too, Mom.

So what.

A few months ago, my mother asked for my opinion. (It doesn't even matter what the topic was, so don't trouble yourself with curiosity.) She actually listened to me, and even followed my advice. But then, last night, she reversed her decision. This is fine with me - it's her prerogative. This is how she explained it:

I know you are going to say I'm wrong, but you know what? So what.