Now he’s 31 and has found the strength to move on. Who his parents were, and what happened to them, in the comments below.👇

Christopher Reeve passed away in October 2004, and his wife Dana Reeve also died of cancer less than two years after her husband. After their death, their only child together, William Reeve, was orphaned.

Hollywood star Christopher Reeve, best known for playing Clark Kent in the movie Superman, died in 2004. Less than a year after the death of the star actor, his widow Dana Reeve announced that she had cancer.

Dana also passed away a few months after her high-profile statement. The president of the Christopher Foundation, Katie Lewis, noted that she visited the actress a few days before her death, and she looked “strong and courageous.”

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