Everyone deserves a second shot at love. Five years ago, my life as I knew it was tragically upended when my wife and unborn son were killed when they were struck by a drunk driver. People often quote that as the years move on, so will my grief. It hasn't. My grief the past five years has been a sickening mix of remorse and guilt, but when I add the idea of moving on into the volatile concoction, the guilt aspect of my grief becomes crippling. Every...