Though I only met Edwina a few times, those moments left a lasting impression. Over tea and quiet conversation, she spoke of lifeboats and loss, of music played to calm panicked hearts, and of a cold night that changed the world forever. Listening to her reminded me that every story matters.
Even after her passing, Edwina seemed to speak still—through dreams, feelings, and intuition. Her message was clear: “Tell our story. Help the world remember—not just how we died, but how we lived.”
This book is my humble attempt to honor that request.