Last week flew by in ways I never thought possible. It’s so strange to be on the other side of a painful experience. When my Dad was dying, I just didn’t understand how life could keep moving. I’d be driving down the road and look in other people’s cars and wonder, “Is their Dad dying?” “Is their kid sick?” “What is their life like?” But then life just keeps moving and it moves fast, which I guess is almost comforting at times. Comforting even when you feel like that very fact can punch you right in the stomach the minute a memory resurfaces. Martin Everitt is 2 years & 4 months going on 65. He’s so much more resilient and honest, which is what…