Standing in U.S. Bank Stadium, arms raised, as the confetti fell and the delirium raged around me, I was fine. The moment was still too much and too new to entirely comprehend: the Virginia Cavaliers were the champions of the NCAA Tournament, conquerors of the Final Four. And I’d been there to see it.
But as I reached for my phone, my hand grazed the small lump in my hip pocket. Which brought the tears to my eyes and another lump to my throat.
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Joy and sorrow are a matched set.