I don't have a bad relationship. I'm 48 years old. I think life is too short for that. To me, life is... you open the shutters, you see the dogs outside, you look left, you look right, in, what, a second and a half? And that's a life.
I'll never get used to living without Mo, but the painful things that surround what happened to him aren't so painful any more-not so raw or so new.