Reunion Tour

By Renee Nicholson

March 26, 2018

Reunion Tour
Thud of drums, The Edge’s guitar lick reverberating in our sternums, and the first flinty sound of Bono’s voice. We never expected “Sunday, Bloody Sunday.” A perfect choice. We turned to each other, big, surprised expressions like in a movie scene. Nate fist-pumped the air, and we started moving, dancing in a sea of benevolent strangers. Nate no longer a metastatic cancer patient, years erased from my life with rheumatoid arthritis. As the cool breeze wafted in off the riverfront, submerged in the music of our lost youth, we released: free, young, healthy, and above all, acutely alive.
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