My Saturday Afternoon

I attended the funeral of a retired co-worker earlier today. She was a year older than my mother and had worked at the college for thirty-five years.

I've been at the college for a little over six years and worked with her for almost five years. I work one night a week at the library, and I worked with her and another now-retired co-worker on Monday nights for nearly four years.

There were a lot of people at the service. After it was over, I rode with some people I knew to the burial site, a church cemetery near Learned.

After the burial, we went back to the funeral home where the service was held. I got in my car and drove back to my house.