LOVERS LOST AND CHILDREN FOUND
Chapter Fourteen
Jack was going through some boxes
that Rose had in their room. It was time they got cleaned up, for their new
baby was coming soon. Today, Rose had taken the children to the park. Jack was
looking through a box that was in the back of the closet. The top of the box
said Titanic. Confused, Jack opened it. He found the ruined dress and
shoes that Rose had worn that night, and he found the Heart of the Ocean. Jack
was shocked that Rose had it. He came across a little book that said Diary.
Jack’s curiosity overcame him. He sat comfortably on the bed and started to
read the entries.
April 25, 1912
Dear Diary,
As of right now, I have no
money, but I desperately need a diary for my thoughts. I might go insane. Here
are the reasons I might. A few days ago, on the night of April fourteenth, the
Titanic sank. Not only did it sink, but my love died. Jack Dawson, the man who
saved me in every way, died. I am crying now. I guess I have been for the past
few days. I know Jack would not me want to mourn so much, but I cannot help it.
Right now, I am living in a New York dump until I get enough money to go to
California. Jack and I said we’d go there when the ship docked. Now, it will
never happen. I must go now. My job waits. Good-bye for now.
Love,
Rose Dawson
After reading that, Jack felt a
single tear drop onto the page. He decided to turn the page and continue
reading.
May 1, 1912
Dear Diary,
Today I found out the best and
worst news of my life. I am pregnant with Jack’s child. This is wonderful,
because now I have a part of Jack with me. The bad part is that I might not
have enough money to support my baby and I. I only need ten dollars more to get
a ticket to California! I am happy to be moving out in two weeks. By then, I
will have saved up enough to leave. I need to go. I have to tell my boss that I
will be quitting. Good-bye!
Love,
Rose Dawson
December 24, 1912
Dear Diary,
I know that I haven’t written
in awhile, but my life is crazy. California has been great. I met a friend. Her
name is Susan, although she said she will be leaving on February 1, 1913, to
you’ll never guess where--New York! I told her it’s not all it’s cracked up to
be. She has been helping me with my pregnancy. I have a couple more weeks until
the baby comes! I hope it’s a girl, because my aunt, my dad’s sister, was so
nice to me before she died. You know what? I actually hope for a boy, too. I would
name him Jack Joseph Dawson, because my dad’s name was Joseph. Onto other
subjects, lately I have been having dreams. One night, I had a different one.
It was about Jack and I on the Titanic. One night, it’ll be him saving me from
committing suicide, then him at the first class dinner, after that him teaching
me to fly, and my favorite--he and I making love. My saddest is a nightmare of
us in the water and him making me promise to never let go. Well, once again, I
am starting to tear up. I’m going to go now.
Love,
Rose Dawson
January 16, 1913
Dear Diary,
I am happy to say that Eva
Josephine Dawson was born today. I am so happy, I can not even describe it! I
am also crying at the thought that Jack will never get to hold, touch, or even
encourage this child. All I want is for one day for this child to get to talk
and hug her father, which Eva will never get to do. I have to go. Baby Eva is
crying for me.
After reading that, he saw that
there were no more entries until he flipped through the pages and saw one last
entry on the last page.
January 16, 1922
Dear Diary,
As much as it hurts me to
write, I have to let go of writing in here. The last time I wrote in here was
nine years ago. I realize now that Jack will never come back, but of course his
memory will always be with me in my heart, and with our child. I can’t mourn
anymore. I know for a fact that Jack would not want me to cry for the rest of
my life. He told me himself to go on, but never let go. So good-bye, diary, I
will put all of the things that have to do with the Titanic in a box. I shall
go on. Good-bye, Jack. I love you and know you have and always will love me.
Love, Forever and Ever,
Rose Dawson
Jack had tears rolling downs his
cheeks. Why had he not looked harder for Rose? Why had she had to go through
all that? Jack shook his head and put the boxes just like they had been. He
continued to clean the rest of the room.