Two days ago, my mom and I were planning a trip to NY for next weekend (her flying from Arizona, me driving from PA) to see my grandfather, who had been ill for a long time and was expected to go home on Hospice.
Yesterday morning, he took a turn for the worse and she re-scheduled her flight for today and I was going to drive up Sat. morning.
Last night, we found out we would actually be attending a funeral instead.