My sister called to say I should hurry home because Mom had been diagnosed with something that wasn't about to leave--and she might, at any time. We too were maybe four hours east when the call came. We happened to be right there at an exit I'll now never forget, one with a windmill. I didn't hesitate for a moment, took the ramp, turned around, and came back home. We'd need more than we packed to say goodbye. There'd be the funeral.