When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

I can even handle Linda putting notes on every flat surface in the house. But he looks at me like I’m still exactly who I am, just lost for a second. And I don’t know what to do with that.”

There was nothing useful to say to that. I could have talked about dignity, grief, adaptive responses, the preservation of self beyond memory. Every one of those continue reading …