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.

Dreaming of Beauty but Doing My Duty
Although I rarely remember my nighttime dreams, I know that most of those daydreams focus on Jan’s beauty and the love we shared.
Some days, like this morning, my body rebels the quiet ring of my Apple Watch. I want to roll over and sleep until the sun sets.
At those moments, like Louisa May Alcott, I do my duty.
I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
I woke, and found that life was duty.
My duty begins with a walk to focus my body and soul on remembering Jan and keeping her memory alive.
With each footstep, my love for Jan grows stronger. Our love will never die!
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