Here’s an excerpt from a BuzzFeed article about the book:
Harry was on vacation at Balmoral Castle with his father and brother when his mother, Princess Diana, was killed in a car accident in Paris.
He said that Charles came into his room in the early morning to break the news. "'They tried, darling boy. I'm afraid she didn't make it,'" he wrote. "These phrases remain in my mind like darts on a board." Despite the devastating news, Harry wrote, "What I do remember with startling clarity is that I didn't cry. Not one tear."
After leaving church that morning, Harry said the family's car pulled over to look at the mementos mourners had left, as the press stood nearby. "I reached for my father's hand, for comfort, then cursed myself, because that gesture set off an explosion of clicks," he said. "I'd given them exactly what they wanted. Emotion. Drama. Pain."
This is only one such encounter with the press that is seared in Harry’s memory.
I appreciate what Charles was trying to do here, but after he told Harry about his mother, Charles left the room.
I have two children, and there is no way I would leave my child like that. I know Charles was probably busy with his own grief and guilt, and preparing to go to Paris to retrieve Diana’s remains. If it were me, however, I would have crawled into bed with my kid and held him until he felt safe enough to cry.
Harry was on vacation at Balmoral Castle with his father and brother when his mother, Princess Diana, was killed in a car accident in Paris.
He said that Charles came into his room in the early morning to break the news. "'They tried, darling boy. I'm afraid she didn't make it,'" he wrote. "These phrases remain in my mind like darts on a board." Despite the devastating news, Harry wrote, "What I do remember with startling clarity is that I didn't cry. Not one tear."
After leaving church that morning, Harry said the family's car pulled over to look at the mementos mourners had left, as the press stood nearby. "I reached for my father's hand, for comfort, then cursed myself, because that gesture set off an explosion of clicks," he said. "I'd given them exactly what they wanted. Emotion. Drama. Pain."
This is only one such encounter with the press that is seared in Harry’s memory.
I appreciate what Charles was trying to do here, but after he told Harry about his mother, Charles left the room.
I have two children, and there is no way I would leave my child like that. I know Charles was probably busy with his own grief and guilt, and preparing to go to Paris to retrieve Diana’s remains. If it were me, however, I would have crawled into bed with my kid and held him until he felt safe enough to cry.