I slept in the middle of our bed for the first time since Kevin died. It felt weird. But also okay at the same time. I keep hearing his voice in my head, and he's repeating a line from a movie he and I watched every time it was on - which was probably about once a week. "Get busy living, or get busy dying" - from Shawshank Redemption. The latter isn't an option so I want to start figuring out what I'm going to do about the former.