Heartbreak

This time last week I was sitting with my mom and dad meeting with my mother’s geriatric doctor. 

My mom was first diagnosed with mixed dementia in 2017 and since then, these appointments have become more and more frequent. 

I get emotional leading up to these visits because I know they’re some of the hardest days out of the year for me. Why? Well it’s a progressive disease, there really isn’t any good news - it’s just preparing for what’s next. 

After the appointment, I called my brother to fill him in. I told him how hard this is and how heartbroken I am. But then it occurred to me: heartbreak and love are relative. I’m so heartbroken because my mother’s love for me was insurmountable. So, it makes sense to me and I find comfort in knowing that this heartbreak is a result of love, a love so beyond.