In a nutshell, (cause I already wrote a long enough post about the wake), I started shaking on my way to the funeral in Illinois in the car (first time I ever tried to drive there alone), and missed my exit. Hyperventilated some, but managed to get to the next exit, pull off and into a Mobil station.
Had the presence of mind to tell a patron of the station I was having a panic attack, and to get him to get me water (my cup had gotten trapped on the door handle)- and to get him to call someone.
Result? I managed to calm myself, breathe, wait for my cousin Howard, get back into the car and DRIVE to the church. :)
The rest of the day, (although really hard at times), was a piece of cake after that. ;)
Ready for some much needed rest.
Brenda