Justice for Lorraine

Conrad Cohen had just finished a shift as New York City Police officer Nov. 25, 1972, when he walked into a bar and saw her—Lorraine.

She was on vacation from Richmond, Virginia, where she lived and worked. Less than two years later, the two were married, and for the next thirty-eight years, their love for each other never wavered. They saw the world together, enjoying fifteen glorious cruises.

Even after Lorraine had a colon operation and a stroke, they still made the most out of life’s da...