Summary of “Love After Life: Nobel-Winning Physicist Richard Feynman’s Extraordinary Letter to His Departed Wife – Brain Pickings”

Richard refused to go along with the deception – he and Arline had promised each other to face life with unremitting truthfulness – but he was forced to calibrate his commitment to circumstance.
Tuberculosis was a death sentence, even if it was a slow death with intervals of remission – a fact Richard and Arline faced with an ambivalent mix of brave lucidity and hope against hope.
Richard’s parents met the prospect of his marriage with bristling dread. His mother, who believed he was marrying Arline out of pity rather than love, admonished him that he would be putting his health and his very life in danger, and coldly worried about how the stigma attached to tuberculosis would impact her brilliant young son’s reputation.
Richard was buoyed by love – a love so large and luminous that he found himself singing aloud one day as he was arranging Arline’s transfer to a sanatorium.
I guess maybe it is like rolling off of a log – my heart is filled again & I’m choked with emotions – and love is so good & powerful – it’s worth preserving – I know nothing can separate us – we’ve stood the tests of time and our love is as glorious now as the day it was born – dearest riches have never made people great but love does it every day – we’re not little people – we’re giants I know we both have a future ahead of us – with a world of happiness – now & forever.
The levity masked the underlying darkness which Richard and Arline tried so desperately to evade – Arline was dying.
In early 1945, two and a half years into their marriage, Richard and Arline made love for the first time.
I’ll always be your sweetheart & first love – besides a devoted wife – we’ll be proud parents too I am proud of you always Richard -[you are] a good husband, and lover, & well, coach, I’ll show you what I mean Sunday.

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