i went to a funeral and it was okay

Friday was the aniversary of my mom's death. I took the day off of work. I slept in for as long as the cat would let me, about 8:45, got coffee, went shopping, went to a paint your own pottery place-I'd never been to one before, it was fun-went to Panera's and then went home and took a nap. Saturday I went to a funeral. It was for the 82 year-old mother of a friend of mine, she'd been ill, but it's still sad. I did the viewing, the funeral service, and the lunch, but not the internment because I didn't think I could haddle it just yet. This was the first funeral I'd been to since my mom's.