Thief of Hearts is a book that has been a long time in the making, the opening lines were first penned in 2001, but due to the emotional content the author felt he couldn't complete the story. in 2009 he sat down and did just that. six months of writing unveils a story that is simply breathtaking!
In the late nineties it was revealed almost matter of factly by an expert medical witness in the Bristol Royal Infirmiry enquiry that the NHS were harvesting vast amounts of childrens hearts and other organs for research without permission. this is Kaine's story, she was a victim of this practice, written by her father this compelling story of love and tenderness will once and for all show the indominitable sturdyness of the human spirit will triumph over anything!
The rain was beginning to beat heavily against the window of the funeral car where we sat waiting for the rest of the mourners to get to their vehicles and take their positions behind us for the journey back to our house. Karen squeezed my hand bringing me back to the present. “I think we’re ready to go,” she said to me. “Er, yeah ok,” I said. “I was just thinking,” I added. “What of?” “That beach in Wales with that couple with the dog.” “Why them?” she looked at me slightly puzzled by this. “No reason, I just was, that’s all.” The driver started the engine and slowly pulled away from the church yard closely followed by everyone who had come that morning. We were minus one person on the return journey home, the most important one, Kaine…. I had thought of that beach in Wales with that older couple walking hand in hand along it with their dog barking excitedly at the breaking waves. It was such a tranquil scene, peaceful and carefree. I had imagined Karen and I, with Kaine a little older now, with our dog doing the same had we moved to Wales that time. But now those sweet thoughts would never be, Karen never did get to put those ribbons in pigtails on her little girl. Our world had ended that day, would it ever be the same again? It was too soon to even think. I felt suffocated and crushed by our sorrow for us. Time would now tell if time was to be the great healer it was said to be…. Neither myself or Karen had any idea as yet though that beneath the earth where our precious daughter now lay, the deeds of men lay dormant, and time the greater healer was eventually to reveal all…..
Joseph JP Lawlor was born in Birmingham in April of the year 1963, he was the product of Irish immigrant parents, the last person one would expect to pen a manuscript, but instilled within him from his early days was a love for the written word.Taken back to Ireland to the City of Cork at a young age, he lived there being raised by his Grandmother and was educated at Churchfield School until he left at the age of fifteen to start work. Further education was pleaded for by his schoolteachers but the pressing financial situation found precedence, and so the young Joseph Lawlor entered into the world of work. Later he emigrated to England and settled, working at first and then set up in business, some years later he went on to study arts and humanities and then law. In the late eighties he had by then married and had his first daughter Kaine, unfortunately she though, at the age of eighteen months sadly died from a meningitis related problem, this is her story. The opening paragraphs of the book written by her father say it all. riveting and compelling the author takes you on a journey only he alone is qualified to do, his sense of passion and humour never fail in this deeply moving account of love and triumph over adversity, written with a delicate balance of emotion that captivates the reader between tears and smiles, the author proves that this is a story that had to be told. Overall the book shows the deep love a father had for his child, and no matter how much time has passed shows he never could forget.
Nothing can surprise me anymore.
Can't wait to know what happened the rest of the story.