After my mom got sick - she had Alzheimer's - one of my sisters and I were talking about how much we loved her. And I said "it is hard for me to differentiate between how much I love her and how much SHE LOVED ME." I loved that she loved me. I missed it. I still do. I always will. I can't say my love for her was unconditional. My love for her was born out of her love for me. Would I have still loved her? I don't know.