It’s the evening of April 14th, 2022 and one hundred and ten years since we last were together; in the arms of bliss before the hours of horror which followed as the Titanic slipped bow downward, surged upward after breaking in two, and then plunged into the sea, taking waves of screaming humanity with her. I still feel the echo of that night.
And yet I take comfort in the fact that I’m here, safe, and well. I hope all of you do too, whatever echoes you feel.
The Story In Our Eyes 