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.

Chapter Fifteen
Stories