After Jan's death and over two years of COVID, The Pull of the Stars might not seem like a good read for me. But I had placed this book on my to-read list a few months ago. Pull of the Stars by Emma Donoghue is set in 1918 in Dublin; a maternity ward at the height of the Great Flu is a small world of work, risk, death, and unlooked-for love. It was a page-turner that engrossed me at that moment. When I reached the last page, I wanted the story to continue.

Plus One is My Hidden Strength
Since Jan died thirteen and one-half months ago, I hear from many of my fellow widows about the awkwardness of being with couples as we are single and not a couple.
My limited experience, including this year’s Philadelphia Flower Show, has never made me feel out of place.
Spending time as the extra person with Ron and Deborah was extraordinarily enjoyable!
Many of our colleagues did not initially know we were married. When they found out, it was a revelation for them.
At birth, God split our souls; we each had half of ours and half of theirs. Thus, we were not the sum of one plus one but an extra one to the total.
The passion Jan and I shared made us better as parents, workers, lovers, and friends. Jan’s love transformed me; she is and will always be with me.
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