This morning, we woke up to the devastating news that one of Australia’s rock icons had lost his 15-year-old son in a terrible accident.

Arthur Cave was on the chalk cliffs at Ovingdean Gap in Brighton, England, where his family lives. At around three in the afternoon, he snapped a smiling selfie and uploaded it to social media. Then, around two hours later, the young man somehow slipped from the cliff and fell to his death.

While you may or may not be familiar with the singer Nick Cave, Arthur’s dad, I’m know many of you are familiar with the hollowing grief of loss.

Is there any worse pain than losing a child? Thankfully, I cannot say.

I do know that, after hearing the news, I turned back from the front door this morning, found my son and kissed him on head one more time.

What would Nick Cave, Arthur’s mother, Susie Bick, and his twin brother Earl give to do that again?

The Cave family have described Arthur as a “beautiful, happy loving boy”. His death was an accident, a flash in time that can never be returned to or undone.

How does a family ever recover from that?

Arthur’s family visited the scene of their loved-one’s death, which was already littered with messages and tributes left on the clifftop.

His twin brother Earl left a bunch of flowers with a note:

“I love you so much. You were a joy to be around and I will never forget you. You were the best brother I could ever ask for. Earl x x x x x.”

To the family of Arthur Cave, we’re so unbelievably sorry for your loss. Your boy was taken far too soon and should still be here for you to hug and hold – as much as a 15-year-old boy would let you, of course.

I know I’ll be demanding extra hugs from my loved ones tonight. Will you?

Join us in offering our condolences to Nick, Susie and Earl Cave. Have you lost a loved one too soon?