Epilogue-
Joan Federick kept her promise. She and Lily returned home, where Joan delivered Lily safely to a highly emotional Mrs Walthamstow. Joan herself returned to her Cheshire residence, but didn't lose contact with Lily until the day she died, in early May, 1943.
Lily herself grew up with Mrs Walthamstow in loco parentis, and lived a good life. She too never lost contact with Officer Harold Lowe, one of her oldest friends, and their letters were a great comfort to each other.
At 22, she married a Mr Charlie Stewart, a friend from Glasgow whom she had fallen deeply in love with, and they had 2 children together: Will and Rose.
Throughout the rest of her life, Lily dreamed of the Titanic, its doors, its carpets, its pools, its rooms, but more than anything, its people. The people she had so liked and respected as a girl on the brink of becoming a young woman. Even Cal, though he commited suicide not 2 years after the tragedy, when his immense fortune turned to dust.
Will and Rose grew up on Lily's amazing memory, and her natural, beautiful mothering instincts. Her devoted husband, Charlie, was so happy whenever he was around her, and his happiness kept her in love.
Lily Rosie Maria Shaw died peacefully in her sleep on July 7th, 1993, just a day short of her 95th birthday. But her spirit will live on forever, in the ocean, in the sky, and onboard the great Titanic. Not the wreck we hear of, but the splendour that she knew, 92 years ago. Her family like to believe she looks down upon them, and guards them if ever they grace the deck of a ship.
Who knows? Maybe she does.
Titanic will never be forgotten, by passengers, by their descendants, or by anyone who treads this Earth. And in that way, it is unsinkable...