p. 336: "Grief is a more complicated matter. It is something I can't direct at Nick, as it is also about my loss, my children's loss, the loss of our family and everything I once cherished and believed in. It has a component of fear and one of regret--of wishing I could turn back the clock and do things differently, more vigilantly guard my marriage. Be a better wife. Pay him more attention. Have more sex. Be more attractive. When the grief hits, I find myself looking inward, blaming myself for somehow allowing this to happen, for not seeing it coming at all. Grief also has a disorienting effect, offering no game plan whatsoever, leaving me only one option: to suffer there in the moment, until it is usurped by rage once again."