Relocate from the home where she found the body of her husband, Ray, a handgun nearby, and the neighborhood where Ray, a former N.F.L. safety, would become disoriented on long-distance jogs, prompting one-woman search parties as late as 2 a.m.

Withdraw his name from the class-action lawsuit that accuses the league of improperly caring for retired players with head injuries, a consequence that she contends turned Ray’s last two decades into a living, foggy hell.

Instead, Mary Ann, 59, plans to go nowhere. Not from the brick ranch house on Traylor Drive, furnished with enough fond memories to overpower the unpleasant ones. Nor from the legal campaign seeking enhanced treatment and medical coverage for retired players.

“This is for the players’ wives who haven’t discovered the reason their husbands have changed and why their family life is so chaotic,” she said.

Nine days after Ray’s death at 62, ruled a suicide by the police, his widow sat in the living room, recounting their ordeal for two and a half hours in a voice that was never choked by tears and occasionally rose an octave when reflecting mild indignation. This was four days before the former N.F.L. star Junior Seau died Wednesday in California, a gunshot to the chest that the police consider a likely suicide, reviving concerns about the possible long-term toll the sport has on its participants.

To Mary Ann’s left, a floral arrangement brightened the fireplace. On a table within her reach was a stack of documents that detailed Ray’s relevant injuries and what they believed was a lack of sufficient attention to them. The documents had been transcribed from his own writing, or at least what she could decipher. His hands would shake, reducing his penmanship to barely legible scribbling.

They met 37 years ago at a Thursday night Bible study co-hosted by Ray in someone’s basement — she a college senior majoring in music, he a “handsome, gregarious pro football player” with the Atlanta Falcons. Twelve whirlwind months later, bonding around their spirituality, they were wed despite this admonition from her choral director about commitment to an athlete: “Do you know what you are getting into?”