"How did you deal with all of it?" he asked quietly. They both noticed the tenderness in his voice.
Liza glanced over at him with a strong, determined grin. "You cry a lot. There are unbearable pools of sadness. You get angry. You shut down. I didn't want anything to do with anyone. Practically starved myself for a while. Eventually, you find you don't much like yourself like that," she explained, taking a deep breath. "When you get there you have a choice." She paused. "Let it take you down, or allow the hurt to become a part of you." She nodded, remembering it.
"Seems to me you'd always be in pain that way," Teddy said as his eyes searched hers.
"No," she said, shaking her head firmly. "No, the pain turns into memory. And you honor that memory by living, I think." She nodded, tears forming in her eyes. "By creating, because that's you It's who you are."
Teddy recalled the words his mother had shared with him. "You have to become what you were born to be..."