So... I'm currently at my grandparents' house in northern California. We live just a little north of San Diego - that's about a 12-hour drive.
Found out Friday morning that my uncle passed away unexpectedly on Thursday afternoon. He and my aunt were planning on moving this week while they looked for a home away from Sacramento, where they'd lived for over twenty years. We drove up to her house on Saturday and spent a lot of time hanging around just being there, along with a bunch of cousins, children, the grandparents, and other aunts and uncles. We still don't know what happened, and it may be months before we know for sure. We suspect it was suicide, but if it was, it really came out of nowhere. (Which I know it didn't, really, but no one can look back and see any signs beyond moving stress.)
At this point, we're with the grandparents for a few days to cat-sit for my aunt's cat, since she'll be staying with them for a while but can't make it up for a few days. The final walkthrough for their house is tomorrow, as they sold it two months ago, and then my aunt will be heading north to live with her parents for a bit.
We'll be staying in the area until the end of the week to visit other family members as well, but... we were planning on being up here again in July.
I wish we'd been able to keep to that schedule. :/
(I just had to spit this all out somewhere. Thanks for listening. :)