Mother and Mickey

I plan to write this year about the humor in my life.  There really has been a lot of that although I forgot because I was sad last year.  You see having a disability doesn't allow you to be critical of others.  I have more empathy for people, but I digress.  I remember one year my mother was attending a funeral.  First we walked into the wrong funeral parlor.  She was introducing herself when someone suggested the other room.  When we entered that room she went to view the body.  She said my he looks so much like Mickey, her friend.  She was telling everyone in the room how much he looked like Mickey.  Turns out when we got home someone informed her it was Mickey, she thought the body was the father of Mickey.