All that was left was a bundle of memories, and an image of his face that became more and more vague each day. 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. Gerry was gone and he would never be back. Bile rose in her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house was quiet. Pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke her. 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. Life is for living, she realises–but it always helps if there’s an angel watching over you. With some help from her friends, and her noisy and loving family, Holly finds herself laughing, crying, singing, dancing–and being braver than ever before. The man who knows her better than anyone sets out to teach her that life goes on. As the notes are gradually opened, and as the year unfolds, Holly is both cheered up and challenged. He’s left her a bundle of notes, one for each of the months after his death, gently guiding Holly into her new life without him, each note signed ‘PS, I Love You’.

But as her 30th birthday looms, Gerry comes back to her. No one could imagine Holly and Gerry without each other. Childhood sweethearts, they could finish each other’s sentences and even when they fought, they laughed. Everyone needs a guardian angel! Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mates.

Ps i love you by cecelia ahern