I feel for you, Brynda. My husband died at age 38 and we had an 11-year old son together. It was incredibly hard, but I had a son, and his presence forced me to keep focus in my days, to keep things going-- work, cook meals etc.
After a while-- but NOT after a few months, that is very soon, you’re still raw-- you begin to breathe again. I don’t know where you live, but if I were nearby I’d go to the movie with you, or have coffee.
BTW, my first outing after JC’s death was with a friend, to a movie, a comedy, and just finding myself in the dark, in a theater, I started to cry silently. I don’t remember what the movie was about, but I remember my friend had said it was a comedy.
Take whatever time you need to heal, and don’t let anyone tell you how long that should be. Take good care of yourself.
You mention that you have other friends, maybe you could see them, do ordinary things together, it doesn’t have to be an outing. If people offer to help or visit, let them. You’re still walking wounded and that’s probably going to last a while longer. Just having people nearby helps.
My comment about the movie vs the game still applies, I would have ditched the Pope himself to see my son play soccer. In your original post, you hadn’t mentioned all the other games during the summer, but still, a first game in a new school? No contest.