Becca: Does it ever go away?
Nat: No, I don’t think it does. Not for me, it hasn’t – has gone on for eleven years. But it changes though.
Becca: How?
Nat: I don’t know. . .the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and. . .carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you. . .you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and – there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be awful – not all the time. It’s kinda. . .not that you’d like it exactly, but it’s what you’ve got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh. . .it doesn’t go away. Which is. . .
Becca: Which is what?
Nat: Fine, actually.