The Miracle of Rocky

Thank you all for your lovely comments and emails and texts and phone calls.  What a wonderful group of friends you are. I have been truly touched.

I have also, and this may surprise you, been not as weepy as one would expect.  Basically since Monday I have girded up the old loins and soldiered on, quite cheerfully, I might add.  But today for some reason I have been just a little misty-eyed.  Possibly because Grandpa's obituary came out today in the local paper and people who didn't know suddenly did and started asking about it.  Anyway, I was misty-eyed and trying to talk myself out of full on crying at work when the most miraculous thing happened.  But first some background.  We have a giant TV up in the waiting room of the Pod that plays a continuous loop of documentaries about any one of the following topics:  surfing, trains, space travel, or animals eating other animals.  It gets really tedious so the receptionists brought in some different movies - one of which (and here is the miracle) was Rocky III.  It is almost impossible to weep sad tears when you're listening to the Rocky theme song and watching him train with Apollo before he goes to town on Mr. T.