PS, I Love You
A young married couple, Holly and Gerry, have a joke between them: If anything ever happened
To him, he’d have to write her a list or else she’d never be able to cope without him. “The List”
Grew to encompass advice for any eventuality, a joke all their friends shared. When Gerry’s
Severe headache is diagnosed as brain cancer and Holly tragically loses him in a few short
Months, she is devastated and unmoored. She hasn’t just lost her husband, she’s lost her very
Identity. And then it arrives: a package marked “The List.” Gerry has kept his promise, and
Inside this package are ten envelopes to be opened over a period of ten months. Each letter
Offers specific instructions to guide Holly through grief, and ultimately grant her permission to
Return to life. Of course each letter ends with PS, I Love You.
The novel includes a cast of raucously
funny and memorable characters, including Holly’s best
Friends and four siblings who range in personality from the pink-haired world traveler Ciara to
Stick-in-the-mud Richard. Set in Ireland, the book has a wonderful Irish atmosphere reminiscent
Of Maeve Binchy and Marian Keyes. PS, I LOVE YOU is a warm, witty, heartfelt and romantic
Story about the blessings of friendship, family and the eternal nature of true love.
HOLLY HELD THE BLUE COTTON sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately
Struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. Pins and
Needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke her. Panic took
Over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house
Was quiet. She was alone. Bile rose to her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she
Collapsed to her knees before the toilet.
Gerry was gone and he would never be back. That was the reality. She would never again run
Her fingers through his soft hair, never share a secret joke across the table at a dinner party,
Never cry to him when she got home from a hard day at work and just needed a hug; she would
Never share a bed with him again, never be woken up by his fits of sneezes each morning, never
Laugh with him so much her stomach would ache, never fight with him about whose turn it was
To get up and turn the bedroom light off. All that was left was a bundle of memories and an
Image of his face that became more and more vague each day.
Their plan had been very simple. To stay together for the rest of their lives. A plan that anyone
Within their circle would agree was accomplishable. They were best friends, lovers and soul
Mates destined to be together, everyone thought. But as it happened, one day destiny greedily
Changed its mind.
The end had come all too soon. After complaining of a migraine for a few days, Gerry had
Agreed to Holly’s suggestion that he see his doctor. This was done one Wednesday on a lunch
Break from work. The doctor thought it was due to stress or tiredness and agreed that at the
Very worst he might need glasses. Gerry hadn’t been happy with that. He had been upset about
The idea he might need glasses. He needn’t have worried, since as it turned out it wasn’t his eyes
That were the problem. It was the tumor growing inside his brain.
Holly flushed the toilet, and shivering from the coldness of the tiled floor, she shakily steadied
Herself to her feet. He had been thirty years old. By no means had he been the healthiest man on
The earth, but he’d been healthy enough to. . . well, to live a normal life.