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… 

Nat:  …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. 

Some thoughts about grief from the movie Rabbit Hole, applicable to many traumas.