This winter and late spring, when we all had mono and a variety of flus and colds and for a while thought Pete might have cancer, we spent a lot of time on the couch watching Pete’s favorite comfort shows. I was scared and trying not to be dramatic about it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that the life we’d built and were enjoying so much wasn’t going to last forever. It was one of those times when the reality I can usually ignore was sitting right next to me in the theat...
