Life comes at you fast. One day, you’re a little kid, living life to the fullest. And the next, you’re a failed husband and father, begging for something to push you off the painful trail you’ve treaded for so many years. In July, that push finally came when my neighbor’s wife Elaine died from stab wounds she sustained at a Denny’s. Seizing the opportunity, I helped my neighbor push through his grief, and in doing so, healed a little myself. Here are the five lessons I learned by impersonating my neighbor’s dead partner for three months. 1) Never Take the…