Grief. And Guilt.

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G is for grief. And it’s also for guilt.

If I had been a better wife, if I had loved Jack more selflessly, more deeply, might I have prevented his brain from developing Progressive Supranuclear Palsy? Is it possible that, if I had only been a better person myself, I could have, somehow, in some way, spared him the attack upon his brain and body and psyche by this Godawful disease?

Yes, I know this is crazy.

But while we’re exploring this fantasy, here’s another, more relevant question.

Might...