Five years ago, my life was tragically upended when my wife and unborn son were killed by a drunk driver. People often quote that as the years move on, so will my grief. It hasn't. Every breath I take without Jorgie feels like I'm betraying her, so shouldn't even a second without her on my mind make it hard for me to breathe? For the past five years, that's exactly how I felt. . . until I glanced...