(1/3) “I was volunteering for Cesar Chavez to organize a grape...

(1/3) “I was volunteering for Cesar Chavez to organize a grape boycott in Canada when I met my husband. We were meeting at a church when I saw an older man walking toward me. He was so dramatic. He had the most beautiful white hair. He looked like a Polish cavalry officer. Three weeks later I was pregnant. I fell madly in love with him but almost immediately he started dying. I knew that he’d lived through the war. But he never really talked about it. But his brain tumor was growing in the part of his brain that affects memory. And toward the end, he could no longer tell the difference between past and present. So he began to tell these wild stories.”