My Stepson Died Four Days Before Our Cruise—And I Still Boarded The Ship
Four days before the cruise we’d saved three years for, my stepson Lir was killed in a car accident. He was fifteen, stubborn, brilliant in flashes, and called me “Dree.” I should have stayed, but I packed. My husband flew to California to handle everything; I boarded the ship like a sleepwalker. On the third…
