I was just browsing the Internet on my crappy old laptop, and I came across
this sad yet heartwarming story, about Bernard Hare, a writer, telling the story of the night he had to get home to see his sick mother one last time. Not giving away too much, I'll let you read the link.
Obviously, living away from my family, and at the moment I would have to rely on trains to get me where I needed to go, if, God forbid, anything happened, this story really touched my heart.