I had an aunt, who was to me essentially what most would consider like a grandmother, who passed away in November of intern year. It sucked. I took a personal day, flew out there the night before the funeral, flew back the night of. It sucked. That's life though. There are times where I worry about that happening with a parent, and where I wonder if I should have just ranked a less desirable program/specialty higher that was local, but that's life. Loss is simply a part of it.
I know the reasons why I chose this field/program, and I know this is what's best for me and my family in the future. I love my program, I'm glad I'm living somewhere I never imagined living before, and I'm thankful for the opportunities this has given me.