Nat: No. I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't. And that's goin' on eleven years. 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 you can crawl out from under, and carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and... there it is. "oh, right", that... which can be awful, but not all the time. It's kinda... not that you like it exactly, but it's what you got instead of your son, so you carry it around. And... it doesn't go away... which is...
