Sometimes you just know when something is wrong

This morning was a very, very rough morning. For almost four hours I cried on and off (mostly on) with absolutely no explanation. Not exactly the Easter emotion one would expect. I was hurting (emotionally) so deeply, and I couldn't really explain it. I closed my eyes as we were driving home from my in-laws for about 40 minutes and although I didn't sleep, when I was done resting I just felt better. I decided that perhaps I was just overly tired. The last 75 minutes of our trip was very pleasant and my husband and I chatted about some things we wanted to get done this evening and about our crazy week coming up. As we were pulling into town, my cell phone rang and it was my mother. I told her we were just around the corner from home which she was glad to hear, but was calling to tell me that my dad is in the hospital. She said it had been a very bad morning, especially since he was alone up at the lake. She ended up driving to the lake to get him and drove him directly to the hospital. It's on the way home and only about 45 minutes from the lake. He is incredibly weak and in a lot of pain, but early indications at this point are that it might just be a "bug". Mom had something awful about a month ago and if Dad has that he's in for a long haul. The strange thing is that I somehow feel that I "knew". I know that sounds weird, but I just can't help but feel I knew that my dad was in trouble. What I am incredibly certain of is that it's been a very long and draining day.