Titanic- The Curse

Heartbroken.

It was months since Julianna discovered her gift, I had her brought down to New Orleans to have the gift confirmed, the coven were in awe. This was the first time they had came across a light worker, they warned us to keep her gift a secret, it's only to be used in extreme circumstances. Kenneth was back at work, his colleagues surprised, they came one at a time to say their goodbyes, but they claimed it was a miracle. We obviously knew different, Julianna used her gift sparingly, she didn't go around healing everyone, she healed people with heart issues, but some were too far gone for healing. The new path for Julianna was set, she would travel the world, healing people. Our path was to take a very dark and disastrous turn, something even I didn't see coming. I went back to New Orleans alone, Elisa wanted to spend time in LA, i knew I would miss her, but the coven needed me. Elisa called me everyday though, she told me that she was at the studio with Josephine, that Kenneth was back at work and the business was going from strength to strength. These past few moths have been great, there hasn't been any troubles to speak of, I had hoped our last sickness with Kenneth would've been the last. How wrong I was.

I had let my guard down somewhat, I wasn't vigilant. I received a call from Kenneth, something that rarely happened, he couldn't compose himself on the phone, he kept saying over and over, "they're dead, they're dead." I'm begging him to calm down and he finally did, he managed to say, "Josie, my wife has died, Elisa tried to save her, but she was killed too." I asked in a frantic way, "what the hell happened to them." Kenneth couldn't talk anymore, but Julianna was there she came onto the phone and said in her very matter of fact way, "nanna, mom and nanna were crossing the road to get gas for the car, they had been out driving and taking pictures, pictures they had planned to send to you. While crossing the road, a speeding car came around the bend, it smashed into mom, as nanna tried to save her, the car that crashed into them, caught fire, killing them both instantly." With tears and trying to get words out, she said, "nanna, they'll not have an open casket, their bodies were badly burned." I dropped the phone and screamed, I screamed so loud, the doctor that lived across the street from me, he came rushing in without knocking asking me what was wrong? I told him, "my wife is dead, my daughter is dead. I need to get to LA." The doctor looked strangely at me when I said wife, I sensed he was confused. The doctor said, "I can give you something to calm you down and I can contact a friend to fly you out to LA today." I declined the drugs but took him up on the offer of a flight. The doctor didn't question when I said wife. I had lived across from him since we moved to New Orleans, he was a young man when I moved here, he was now a man in his late sixties, early seventies. I surmised he already knew that I wasn't a male, when I dressed in male clothing. Dr Jeffries drove me to the airfield, his friend flew me straight to LA. I told the pilot I would pay him for the flight once I returned, he told me that it was out of the question. It seems there are still nice people on the planet.

We landed in a private airfield in LA, he helped me find a car to drive to my daughters house. Approaching the house, it was being bombarded with the media, I took my headscarf off and hid my face and barged through the crowd. They were shouting, "can you tell me what happened ma'am? Who are you?" I didn't answer, Kenneth opened the door, he ushered me inside and his face was bright red with crying, he was shaking. I brought with me some herbs for us both to take to handle the coming days. Kenneth and I went over the funeral arrangements, he wanted as per Josephine's request to be buried back in New Orleans. The strange thing we discovered that Josephine bought a grave several weeks prior. I waited to see if the media would let us visit a funeral parlour, they were relentless, I had to call the police to have them move them for privacy. We had visits from Hollywood stars and directors, they advised us to get rid of them by issuing a statement. Julianna told us that she would give the statement. I wrote out this statement, "Dear world, we as a family lost two people most dear to us, the world has lost a talented woman, a woman famous to the rest of the world. Please let us arrange our funeral arrangements in privacy and peace. You'll be informed of when and where the funeral will take place in due course. Please respect our privacy at this very difficult time." Julianna went to the front lawn and told them what I had wrote and they slowly left us in peace. The three of us went to the local funeral parlour, we picked out two beautiful caskets, we told them that we would like their bodies repatriated to New Orleans, they assured us they would do it all for us. The media was nice the next day, then the following day, they took an interest in me, they wondered who the woman was hidden in the headscarf. The following day before the we needed to go to New Orleans, the papers read, "Woman in headscarf is the longtime 'wife' of Josephine Simpson's mother." It went on to say I used to dress in male clothing. It seemed someone in New Orleans must've sold my private business to the media. Julianna made another statement, this one she wrote, "Dear world, my mother was killed mere days ago, but the truth is, my grandmother was in love with a woman for decades, a great woman, a great and wonderful grandmother to me. My grandmother was homosexual, the world loved her as much as we did, but no one went above and beyond for her, other than my grandmother Josie. You all now know, yes she loved women, but also men. I wouldn't have been conceived had my grandmother not found my grandfather attractive. My grandma Josie too loved men, she was married to a man she loved very much. It was a simple love story between my grandmother. You can write all the derogatory things about my grandmother all you like, but you won't stop anyone love her, my grandmother has more support than you would believe. Carry on with your vicious pieces, we will bury my mother and grandmother in peace, leave my grandmother alone." I was approached by a movie director, he wanted to write a movie about how Elisa and I met. I told him that I would think about it. We soon learned that the vicious stories had gone, they wanted to learn about me, but this was tainting my wife's and daughters memory somewhat.