Adjourned Until...

I´m in constant contact with Bro (and friends) these days, also due to the letter I wrote to my Mum.

Put it in the mailbox on Saturday, so first thing Monday morning it was supposed to make it´s way those 60 km to her.
She reads it on Tuesday, gets angry, sad, whatever - sleeps a night over it and on our regular Wednesday-chat she hopefully has calmed down, reread it and we can talk about it like adults.

Great plan, huh?

D'oh! Stupid letter arrived but today!!!

Called her none-the-less (after discussing options with said people) to ask her if we can talk tomorrow, wondering if she would pick up the phone at all.

She did. Is sick again (flu?) and acted as if nothing had happened!!! So typical, gah!
Bro had told me she had opened the letter.

Well.
No idea. She agreed to talk about it tomorrow, or, if she doesn´t feel better, some time later.
Seems (!) like she is not offended at least.
She even asked me how I´m doin´, how my eyes are (red on Monday - forgot to take the med (Cortison) - but actually eyes are officially healed! Do the eyes get "addicted" to the stuff?!)

Boy. She really has no idea how much thought and worry we put in all this.
I especially, Bro´s not that calm and understanding anymore!

Well. Let´s see.

The thing I feared most - the first contact after that letter - did go ok, I guess.

Seems like we slowly really switch roles in who cares for whom. And that frightens me. And makes me sad. After all she´s not even 70!