I once witnessed an exchange between a woman and a man in which the woman was talking about her daughter, and when the man asked what her daughter was doing these days, she said her daughter had died. The man immediately apologized for bringing up sad memories, but the woman smiled and said, "Oh, they're happy memories. Very happy memories." This one minute play about a woman at the gay pride parade, celebrating her deceased son, reminds me of that. Keyes perfectly captures the sorrow at what she's lost along with the joy of what she was gifted.
I once witnessed an exchange between a woman and a man in which the woman was talking about her daughter, and when the man asked what her daughter was doing these days, she said her daughter had died. The man immediately apologized for bringing up sad memories, but the woman smiled and said, "Oh, they're happy memories. Very happy memories." This one minute play about a woman at the gay pride parade, celebrating her deceased son, reminds me of that. Keyes perfectly captures the sorrow at what she's lost along with the joy of what she was gifted.