In the waiting room before all the action of dealing with dad's death, I was able to cry some more today. This time because the blub king of tennis Roger Federer finally won the French Open.
I have been in Paris watching finals he has lost abjectly. This year I was in London not watching and he won. So that's 14 and the career grand slam. Now we can watch the tennis at Roland Garros with the Federer monkey off our back.
I am glad to have had at least one jolly (Roger) bit of news this weekend.
There's grim stuff to come but am at least certain that dad was happy with his life at the end. And you can't be unhappy about that.
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