Back in the late 90s my dad was diagnosed with an abdominal aorta aneurysm.
He was lucky that they found this and he was monitored regularly for any changes.
The day came when he needed surgery. 
My mom insisted that no one needed to go with her when he had surgery.

I was at work and I just knew that I needed to leave.
Something was telling me I needed to go.
I had to go.

I got in my car and drove to St Joseph Hospital from Adrian.
Not sure where I needed to go...I just parked the car and went into one of the entrances.

As soon as I walked in.....I saw my mom standing in the lobby.
The look of surprise on her face.
She told me she was upstairs and something told her to come down to the lobby...just as I was walking in.

Later upstairs in recovery we got to talk to my dad for just a few minutes.
I remember holding his hand and him telling me to take care of my mom and to make sure she got home okay.

that day
I learned to listen to my heart
and
I witnessed true love.