“I had eight years with her to remember-she didn’t all go away. A lot of her is still here. Perhaps all. I still don’t know entirely which part of her is her, and which of her is me. Sometimes I’ll see or hear something with a strange kind of resonance and can only assume it is a thing, a scent or sound or sight, similar or maybe even identical to one which once touched her deeply, and I will pause, pondering the meaning of this response.”