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On an average Saturday, I might be napping on the sofa at two in the afternoon. But, yesterday wasn’t your average Saturday afternoon. It was the day I was going to see

I wasn’t quite up in the nosebleeds, but I had a lovely unobstructed view of center stage, and excited for the performance to begin, I took my seat early.

I’m not going to go into details about the show. Suffice it to say I laughed and cried in equal portions as songs and scenes were funny, poignant or brought back memories of that terrible day. I wanted to turn to everyone around me and proudly say, “I’m Canadian”.

Sometimes when a show ends and the applause begins, a single person rises and a standing ovations begins. Yesterday, when the lights when the show ended and the stage lights went out, the applause was immediate and deafening as the entire audience leapt to their feet. The cast came out for their curtain calls and, as they left the band came out and held a ceilidh on the stage. Well, the audience clapped and whooped along until the final chord. There were still tears in my eyes as I left the theatre, but my heart was warm.