Body of missing rafter recovered from Lake Huron almost 2 weeks later

FIVE DAYS AFTER my husband died, I started watching the Tour de France. It was the opening stage, 2013. The team buses had dropped their cyclists off at the start and headed toward the finish, 213 kilometres away. Disaster struck: a bus got stuck under the banner marking one kilometre to go. Organizers scrambled to figure out where to put a new finish line. Meanwhile, the riders were tearing through Corsica. It was a flat stage, so everything was moving terrifically, terrifyingly fast. The sprinters were fighting for position at the front of the peloton. Some crashed. Then, the bus...