Time.

The hands of a clock will never stop turning. The seasons will always change. Days will melt into weeks and then into months. Time will never stop when you feel as though you have given up. They say time will heal all wounds...Does it?

I have lived one too many lifetimes. Met many wonderful people but none quite as exquisite as him. Guilt has taken over my heart since the year of 1923 when I met my husband. A man I loved dearly but who was not a replacement for my one love. The three boys we raised together and the two girls we lost very young were the sunshine of my life. I loved to act to feel as though I was living each day as my love would wish me to. I felt his presence as I married my husband and I cried the tears later that night in my marital bed. I felt the stab wound at my heart.

My whole life was spent in pain, feeling the stab wounds which never fully healed. Time did not heal my broken and shattered heart. I pieced my heart back together but it simply was fragile, like china which had glue holding it together. One touch and it would go again. The mind protects the sanity, like a bandage wrapped around the wound. The pain may lesson but it is never gone. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air. We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.

Jack Dawson's death shattered my whole life. His words I believed, his touch I loved and the feeling of love and safety which surround me I cherished for eighty-four years. I love my husband; I love each of my children but I must see my love once again. My time has come once again to meet again.

Its time.

The final diary entry of my grandmother Rose Dawson-Calvert. Written 14th April 1996. Time will not heal the pain of losing such a wonderful person nor will it fill the space which her death has left.

Elizabeth Calvert, April 18th 1996.

Dedicated to my own beloved Grandma and Nannan who I think about so often. I miss you. They both loved the movie Titanic and together we would watch it on repeat and drove them insane. Time will not heal the hole you left. x