No sooner have we met kind, bubbly, nurturing wife and mother Jean Harley, than we have lost her to a traffic accident on an unseasonably rainy day in December. So instead of following Jean's life, we follow the impact of her death in the months and years ahead. She touched the lives of everyone around her in different ways. There's her husband Stan, stoic in public but crying in private for his diminished family. And their son Orion - only 4yo when Jean died - trying not to ever complete the thought about which parent he'd prefer to have, if he could only have one. Jean's best friends since university days, Neddy & Viv, so different from each other, finding their relationship faltering without the anchor of Jean in the third corner of their triangle. Even Stan's mum, Marion, who didn't think Jean was the right one for her son at first, has lost a friend and daughter. One of my favourite passages was a memory that Stan had of Jean caring for his mum during her battle with breast cancer not too long before:
Jean had been brushing his mum’s hair. ‘I used to love brushing my friends’ hair when I was a little girl. Guess I still do,’ she’d said, and Marion had said, ‘I love you,’ just like that. Stan knew that if Jean had been with him earlier this evening and had seen the hairbrush on the kitchen table, she would’ve remembered it too.
But probably the most moving story of grief over Jean Harley's death was that of Charley Cromwell, forever wracked with guilt over the part he played in the accident. A former bikie and convicted murderer, Charley had completed his sentence and a major part of his prison reform had been to learn to read and write. Now he was living a quiet life, working hard, keeping to himself, and writing beautiful letters about his observations on life to his former teacher, Lisa. It's how he unburdens himself and where he finds the ability to articulate what he cannot say verbally. Charley really needed to attend Jean's funeral and Lisa's presence gave him the strength to do it. At the end, guests were invited to take an envelope to write to Orion, to help him remember and know his mother. So for years Charley has been trying to write to Orion, but he can't seem to get his letter quite right.
I really enjoyed this story and flew through it. Sometimes novels of grief can be really overwhelming, but not this one. I think because Jean was gone so early on, I felt I could like her but still be a little detached from her death so that I wasn't grieving for her myself. It's a fine line, and one the author has drawn very skilfully. By the end, with the benefit of everyone's remembrances and points of view, I loved her as much as they did. Jean Harley was quite a woman and was most definitely 'here'.