95 Years Ago Today...The Titanic Went Down

It was an early, eerie, unearthly but peaceful pre-dawn frigid morning. The sun, when eventually it dared to appear over the horizon, illuminated the unspeakable. What no one wanted to see. A ocean of.....nothing. No great ship. Too few lifeboats for the souls aboard the doomed Titanic. But there were bodies, corpses still floating lifelessly on whatever they could find to help them breath lifegiving air. But the life was sucked out of them. The water? Too cold to sustain the fragile heartbeats of so so many. The ocean fleet standard of its day went down in less than 3 hours. If the ship had not veered to miss the iceberg, resulting in a glancing but ripping hull-slicing encounter, the Titanic might still live. Loss of life with that kind of violent head on collision? Oh yes. But the tragic loss of too many people, women, men and children, could have been avoided. I mourn them all. The sunless, still and cold ocean waters have taken their toll on the metallic hull of the great ship. The forever startling and always starring ship of its day, and ours, lives on. And the souls who lost their lives will be remembered. Forever. In my heart they live on. As do we. Sadly. And today, I've said a prayer.
This is Peter. Just a look back, with sadness, on this day 95 years later. So long ago, but in our memories forever.
So be well. And thanks for being here. My readers are my treasured friends. And that will NEVER change. Not in my lifetime. That's a promise.