So the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic was last month, April 15th, actually. It’s been a while, but over the years I’ve done a lot of reading on the Titanic… yes, before that movie. Seemed like I must have done 3 reports on it throughout school, including college. Guess I had a knack for being assigned this subject. However, even with all that, I never actually read A Night to Remember all the way through. I subscribe to that Amazon Kindle daily deal email and when the anniversary came around, they offered this book for, I think, 99 cents. Of course I had to buy it.
It’s been really good so far. It’s not like the other things I’ve read, it’s not like reading a newspaper article or documentary, a research project, it’s more personal. But it’s not fiction. And the thing is, though, I’m only something like 11% into the book and already it’s very moving. I mean, I know the ending, I know that approximately 1,514 people died… 68% of the people on the ship…
So I just want to cry even more, because, well, I’m a parent now. So I keep thinking about all those poor little children, especially. Yes, it’s been 100 years, but that doesn’t make it any less tragic. I just keep thinking… how do you spend those last few minutes? You know you’re going to die, you know your children are going to die. You don’t want them to be scared, but what can you do? This is where that scene in the movie pops in my head – it’s always been, to me, the most tragic part, the piece that says it all – where the 2nd (or 3rd) class mother is telling her two little children a story and tucking them into bed and the water’s just pouring into the ship. How do you do that? How do you make a drowning in ice-cold water easier on them?
Gosh, when you’re a parent, everything hits you differently. Sure, when I saw that movie for the first time in 1997, that part was sad, but since having kids? It kills me.
Not where you thought this post was going, huh? It’s just really bothering me right now. You do everything you can to protect them, I can’t imagine being in such a hopeless situation like that.
Either way, I know I’m gonna cry my eyes out but I’m going to force myself to read the whole thing anyway.
Really, it just reminds me, too, that every day is a gift. None of those people on the ship expected they wouldn’t make it to their destination, surely in the end they realized it, but when they boarded that ship, for many it was off to a better life, they had no reason to think they wouldn’t arrive. Just like us, heading out in our vehicle and what not, we could meet our end at any moment, too. So I’m gonna enjoy the time I’ve got. Prepare for the end, but spend my time wisely and enjoy the ones I love. Hope you will, too.