Down to Earth with a bump. There I am, banging on about how proud I am of my son in my last post… then the very next day, in my e-version of The London Times, I find a review of the book ‘Kadian Journal’, written by his grieving father. Kadian, at age 14, was riding a bike (which had just had the brakes checked in a local bike shop) on the Berkshire Downs, not far from where my parents live in UK. On a steep downward slope, both brakes failed and, desperately trying to stop, he shot across the main road at the bottom out of control, straight into the path of a van. In front of his father, he was killed instantly.
I cannot begin to imagine how it must feel to lose a son of whom you are so immensely proud. I can tell you, it made me think very hard. How fortunate I am. How I suddenly want to put my arms around my boy and keep him from harm. Always.
Kadian’s father, like me, is also an author, but this book, ‘Kadian Journal, A Father’s Story’, must have been hellish to write. At the same time, perhaps a way of dealing with the grieving process. The reviewer describes the book as ‘A memoir, a threnody, and a love song.’ I am ordering it to be delivered to our Welsh address, and I know there are going to be some tears when I read it over the next few weeks whilst we are there.
I know I’m always rabbiting on trying to get you guys to buy my books. Not this time. I want you to go and get this book, by Thomas Harding, published by Heinemann at £16.99 in the UK, but available at £13.99 by calling (UK) 0845 271 2134 (The Times Book Shop’). e-book is also available at £8.49. I don’t have prices for US, but it will undoubtedly be available there soon and in other countries too.
You can see the rest of this article, and abridgement of part of the Kadian Journal, HERE.
If you are fortunate enough to have kids, love them and treasure every moment. Each moment could be your last…
When this book arrives, I am going to share it with Leo. A lesson for him, always to be careful and to think of his own safety. A lesson for all of us on how Kadian’s family dealt with his death… Thomas Harding writes: “I am still in the well, but I am climbing now. The walls are wet and slippery, I scrape my knees and elbows on the sharp craggy edges, but I am climbing. I know which way I am going. Up.”
RIP Kadian. You seem to have lived your life to the full, and you deserved better than this.