Chasing Oblivion

Today, I did something I never would have believed I would get to do.

I stood at the graveside of Albert and Vera Dick, who were First-Class passengers on the Titanic.

It was cold and snowing when I got off work today, but I was determined. I must have searched for more than forty-five minutes, having only the vaguest knowledge of how the cemetary was laid out. Most of the grave markers were covered in snow. I remembered seeing a bush in a photo of their gravesite taken for a Titanic website, and eventually, I found it.

It was an overwhelming moment, much like staring at that memorial wall at the Artifact Exhibition, and I had to fight back tears. I sat there for a while, just talking to them. I can't imagine they get many visitors aside from family, and especially not random visitors who trudge through cold and snow. I wish I were more eloquent, so I could better describe what I felt as I sat there.

Eventually, though, I realized how cold and wet I was becoming, and I had to leave.