Gideon, how lucky is both Jaz and your precious mum to have a son with a gift to express the notion that families should care and look out for each other ... just maybe that love and care will lessen the chance of bad things happening.
Struggling to find words, Gideon. Perhaps I’m just grateful that you and Kerry O’Brien had the courage to write and/or speak of the grief and abiding loss experienced when a brother dies far too young.
I know My Brother Jaz was not written to guide others and imagine you’d be horrified if a Haigh book was placed anywhere near the ‘self help’ section of your local book store. Still, your writing helped me understand the sometimes daft, always driven behaviour of a 15 year old who had survived.
It will give me something to ponder on long walks in the Usman 232 t-shirt in olive green.
As always your writing moves me beyond words (pardon the pun!).
I loved your book, love all the cricket and other topics you write about, but most of all I hope the clouds that clearly still surround you about Jaz, can settle with time.
Gideon love your musings on cricket and your ability to go beyond the surface to describe the history, deeper meaning and emotion of the game. Thank you for sharing this very personal piece and again for your ability to articulate the impact of such a tragic event.
I fear it was a mistake for me to read this while riding a tram just now, Gideon. I so loved the book when I read it, and I love this introduction of it just that little bit more.
I can only imagine the attendees left that night in Albury feeling they had witnessed something of significance and beauty. I’m a little jealous of them.
No comment of mine could do this essay justice. Beautiful.
Gideon, how lucky is both Jaz and your precious mum to have a son with a gift to express the notion that families should care and look out for each other ... just maybe that love and care will lessen the chance of bad things happening.
Thank you Gideon- all I can say is that my younger son attempted suicide & thank God changed his mind at the last minute
Thank God indeed, Jan.
Struggling to find words, Gideon. Perhaps I’m just grateful that you and Kerry O’Brien had the courage to write and/or speak of the grief and abiding loss experienced when a brother dies far too young.
I know My Brother Jaz was not written to guide others and imagine you’d be horrified if a Haigh book was placed anywhere near the ‘self help’ section of your local book store. Still, your writing helped me understand the sometimes daft, always driven behaviour of a 15 year old who had survived.
It will give me something to ponder on long walks in the Usman 232 t-shirt in olive green.
Many thanks, Sal
Beautiful.
Thank you for sharing Jaz with us again.
.."the cant of her head". Oh Haigh...you've done it again. And again. And.... Onward. x
Beautifully written. Ty
Hi Gideon.
As always your writing moves me beyond words (pardon the pun!).
I loved your book, love all the cricket and other topics you write about, but most of all I hope the clouds that clearly still surround you about Jaz, can settle with time.
Keep up your great work
Gideon.
Cheers
Paul
Gideon love your musings on cricket and your ability to go beyond the surface to describe the history, deeper meaning and emotion of the game. Thank you for sharing this very personal piece and again for your ability to articulate the impact of such a tragic event.
I've read the book and now read this....my first read as a full subscriber....I think I made the right decision. Thanks for sharing.
I fear it was a mistake for me to read this while riding a tram just now, Gideon. I so loved the book when I read it, and I love this introduction of it just that little bit more.
I can only imagine the attendees left that night in Albury feeling they had witnessed something of significance and beauty. I’m a little jealous of them.
Thank you.