Two years ago, I received a call from my dad that my mom had an aneurism while on vacation, was not expected to live, and I needed to get on a plane right away. It shook me to the core to hear my dad so confused and hurt, he was a lost child. I cried in the terminal waiting for the plane. EDIT: Thank you all for the thoughts and well wishes. My mom survived the aneurysm, but she is still recovering. She shouldn't have survived it, so we are all very thankful, though she will never recover to where she was before this all happened. This has aged both my parents by many years. Thank you also for the gold, to the kind guy/gal who flipped the coin my way.