My Heart Will Go On

"It is a quiet and peaceful place - and a fitting place for the remains of this greatest of sea tragedies to rest." -Robert D. Ballard


April 14, 1912

Pink, orange, and gold rays reflected off of the waxed floors of the upper deck of Titanic. The ship was at a decent speed and the sea was a vast exploration before them. However, they were only going one way and were never returning.

The people aboard didn't mind. They were at peace. The breeze ruffling through their hair and clothes. The cry of the gulls above them and the loud sound of mass amounts of water being separated below them. Yes, it was truly a quiet moment.

Children yelled and screamed as they chased each other and the adults talked animatedly, scolding the younglings every once in a while. Young men walked with that of their generation or perhaps older and talked about economics, the corruption of government, and how well their favorite sports and teams were fairing. The women walked around the deck as well, twirling their parcels and exclaiming with their hands about the affairs, gossip, new fashions, and love lives of all those they had known.

Now their ghosts remain that way forever...doing what they thought would never end.


Today:

The small submarine creaked and squealed from the tons of pressure that surrounded it. The scientists in it studied the large wreckage that was 20 yards away from them and pointed to scans and charts that the computers picked up.

Recently, they had made a new discovery. The entire hull of the Titanic had come apart during the sinking of the (once) world's largest cruise liner and had fallen to another place that was 50 yards away from the original discovery of the wreckage of Titanic. They were now piecing it together and watched with avid interest as computer graphics brought to life the truth behind the sinking.

Voices, music, and cries from gulls never reached their senses.


It can never be said exactly how many times people have written plays, books, music, and movies about the sinking of Titanic.

No one will ever be able to piece together what exactly it felt like for all those people to just…wait and wait for something that inevitably comes for all us at the very end of our tethers.


In 6 years, 72 months, 312 weeks, 2,190 days, 367,920 hours, 22,075,200 minutes, and 1,324,512,000 seconds...

it will have been one full century since the Titanic sank.

On April 14, 1912, she sank down into her watery grave, taking with her hundreds of people and leaving behind the devastation of one lifetime.

"1,500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six...out of 1,500.

Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait...wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come."

Today, we are losing her.

She is slowly being swallowed up by time and shortly, there will be nothing left of her but one large dark spot on certain part of the ocean's floor.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have always loved the Titanic. I first heard of it in the second grade but then the movie came out when I was in the third grade. I saw it and it has touched every part of my heart...knowing that something like that story could have occurred on the Titanic but the couple could have in fact died.

No one knows what those people were like, how they lived, what they loved, who they loved; when they were happy, sad, mad, upset, laughing, in tears, how they ached, how they needed, how they breathed, how they woke up, how they went to sleep, or when they were scared; all we know is how they died. Tragically.

Now, all we have is 1,500 ghosts…wandering in one grave and forever unknown to the peace that they could have. Forever tormented in a cold, watery grave.

Each year, until the full century, I plan to update it on this particular day.

The sea has always been a part of my soul and I feel it in my heart with each beat. I feel the absolute pain of Titanic as it felt the fear and terror of the people she had promised to look out for. I feel the endless sorrow and remain forever bound to the promise of Titanic...

"Never let go."


Every night I ask one thing of God…

That my first daughter be born on April 14th, late at night…and that she will be healthy and alive…so that I can name my first daughter Josephine.


Well, here's my second chapter.

For memorial of today: the 94th anniversary.

I can't believe in six years from now it will be a full century. It makes me wonder what will happen that particular day.

I know this is shorter than the previous chapter but as I said, I do plan to update each year until the full century is complete.

May the souls of those people who died on Titanic be remembered today and tonight. May they know we are thinking of them and that their descendents keep them in mind today.

May Titanic be remembered…even when all that's left is a gray spot on the ocean's floor.

Later Peeps!