I had the dream again. The one where the man opened the door to the grand hall on the Titanic, and everyone was waiting for me, neatly lined up, and Jack was waiting there for me at the clock, and we embraced and kissed. The clock in the dining room finally went beep beep, and I realized that I was dreaming. As my alarm clock rang, I remembered that today was my art class at the community center. Maybe I could have Lizzy drive me; I sure hoped the dear wouldn't mind. I stood up and gently slipped into my silk top and my Capri pants that were laying on the chair. While looking at my jewelry box on my vanity dresser, I remembered the vanity I had had on the Titanic. I remembered Cal, Mother, and Molly—of course, Molly Brown. I also thought of Jack, and how he was kind to me, and how he saved my life that night in April of 1912. My eyes welled up.
Now's not the time to cry, Rose, I told myself. I opened my jewelry box and looked at my necklace. It was beautiful, but held too many memories to be worn. After a bit of remembrance, I stood up and walked out to the kitchen, directed by the smell of pancakes and oatmeal muffins.
"Grandma," Lizzy said."You have your art class today, right?" I nodded. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get some supplies to practice with at home afterwards. Maybe some pastels, clay, or paint."
I was curious about the gesture; she wasn't usually like this. Not that she was unkind—my granddaughter was very loving; it's just that she usually was a bit of a money saver.
"Well, Elizabeth, I would love to. Just as long as I help pay."
She shook her head. "Grandma, you're going to be one hundred and one next month! I think this can be an early birthday present." I smiled as I grabbed an oatmeal muffin. She finished up her pancakes with syrup and put the plate in the sink. "Grab your jacket. It's cold out." We walked slowly out the door and towards the car parked outside.