Sitting around on a grey day, thinking. Musing, one might say, I recalled something about the movie Titanic which has bothered me ever since I first saw it.
The central female character, Rose – known to some as “Grandma” – reunites at the end of the film with little Leonardo, whom she knew many years prior – aboard the ill-fated ship – for all of several days.
When she passed on, the filmmaker made the point of panning her photos, showing that after surviving the sinking, she went on to an adventurous, long, and full, life; riding horses, and flying aeroplanes, and such, as well as having children, and grandchildren.
So when she passed on, to the grand reunion, where the hell was Grandpa?