A tribute to the power of the play was seen on the way out that evening. Three rows back from where my wife, my parents, and I sat, a large, burly man in a tee shirt and jeans was red-faced and scrubbing tears from his eyes with large, unsteady hands. It was a marvelous experience and a moving tribute to those who lost their lives and those who survived the awful events of April 15, 1912.
Rest in peace, passengers and crew of RMS Titanic. You have arrived at a far different shore from the one you intended to reach one hundred years ago. May you know peace and joy in that distant land.
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