Saturday, December 17, 2011

A Tribute to Emily 7 Dec 1981 - 13 Dec 2011

Sometimes it's hard to find the words.  Over the last few days, I've found myself using the phrase 'beyond words' many times.  But the thing is, we're writers.  We have to find the words.  This is my attempt to find the right words to pay tribute to a very special person.

Emily Wiffen joined the East Dulwich Writers' Group in September 2009.  Very early on, she demonstrated her commitment to the group and to her own writing.  The first time I met her was when she came to help sell the group's first anthology at our occasional stall in Northcross Road.  It was hard enough to persuade people who had their work in the book to come and shiver in the cold.  I didn't know it at the time, but it was typical of Emily that she should volunteer for this far from glamourous task.

Emily soon became one of the most regular attendees at meetings, reading from her work in progress, a novel titled Our Street.  Most authors will agree that they have much in common with their main characters.  It seems to me that this was certainly true for Emily.  Her narrator, Isla, was a special eleven year old girl who was aware of the social sickness that afflicted the other people living in her street; only she noticed the battered child, the neglected pensioner ...  The refusal of other adults to see what she saw frustrated Isla and she decided that, if no one else was taking any notice of what went on in their street, she would make it her responsibility.  She would watch and record all the 'wrong' things she saw and confront the adults with her findings, forcing them to act.  Isla's determination, her sensitivity, her sense of social justice, her desire to change the world for the better ... these were all qualities that were clearly innate in Emily's own character.

 Emily on the left at the stall selling the second anthology

When she applied to be included in our second anthology no one was in any doubt that she would be an asset.  The ethos of the group, and in particular of the anthologies, is that everyone has to take an active part in every stage of the process.  I remember the first time Emily read the chapter of Our Street at a public event.  She kept her head lowered throughout and her voice was tiny.  One of the things that was remarkable to us all over the next months was the amazing nature of her journey from that shy beginning.  At event after event, the one thing you could depend on was that Emily would be there, volunteering to read and supporting others.  Each time, her confidence increased until, the last time she read, it was with a strong voice and with eye contact maintained with the audience as she introduced them to her fictional world.  She also took responsibility for organising events and, in this aspect too, she went from tentative beginnings to triumphant confidence, always challenging herself and pushing the boundaries beyond her natural comfort zone.

 Reading at Carnegie Library in June 2011

When Hoovering the Roof 2 won the National Association of Writers' Groups Anthology Award, we had a celebratory party in September this year, with everyone bringing something to share: wine, nibbles, fruit ... Emily brought a packet of jelly tots.  It was with her usual good humour that she handled our gentle teasing about her bringing down the average age in the group.

Emily in her rightful place: front centre, holding the NAWG certificate
The last time I saw Emily was at an EDWG meeting in late September where, and how ironic this seems now, she told us she had worked out her book ended.  At a street party, Isla, the child protagonist of Our Street, climbs up on a table and demands silence while she speaks.  Once she has everyone's attention, she announces all she has seen during her investigations.  Emily described a beautiful, redemptive scene in which people would first be shocked, then shamed and ultimately healed.  Although she will never write this scene now, in her mind the book was complete and I am able to share the resolution she planned here.  At times like this, there is a strange pattern to the universe.

It was Emily who was handling the organisation of our most recent event as part of the Kirkdale Pop Up.  On 26th November, six days after Emily had emailed with the latest information, I received an email from her father saying that Emily had been taken ill and was in intensive care.  In spite of the appalling anxiety he and his family were dealing with, he was kind enough to stay in touch with regular updates.  We allowed ourselves to be cautiously optimistic when he told us she had regained consciousness and was making slow but encouraging progress.

On 7th December, Emily's thirtieth birthday, her family read out her cards to her and I said we would wish to visit her as soon as she was strong enough.  It was not to be.  Last Saturday, her condition deteriorated and later in the week, we received the devastating news that on Tuesday morning, Emily died. 

Under such circumstances, all words feel like platitudes and cliches and I haven't come close here to paying tribute to a talented woman who was warm, funny, compassionate, determined, supportive and sensitive; one of those rare people about whom no one has a bad word to say.  It's so hard to express our shock and deep sadness and our hearts go out to Emily's parents and brother.

Rest in peace, Emily.

Emily reading at Telegraph Hill Festival in March 2011 


catdownunder said...


Whisks said...

A moving and poignant tribute, Debi. I'm so sorry. It's extra shocking when it's your own generation or younger. Much love to all concerned.

Catherine said...

It is never easy to find the right words but yours, I'm sure, will bring comfort to anyone who knew Emily. My thoughts are with you all.

Miriam Drori said...

I can't find the words to reply to that. I can only endorse what's been said.

Deborah Carr (Debs) said...

This is a beautiful tribute. I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of your friend, Emily.

Sally Zigmond said...

Debi. What an amazing tribute to a lovely young woman. I feel I know Emily now and I am saddened she is no longer with us. Her novel sounds wonderful. too and I would love to read it.

I am so sorry for your loss. And at this time of the year makes it so much worse.

Maria said...

Debi, you've done your friend proud with your beautiful words. What an awful tragedy. She sounds like a beautiful person and was lucky to have such good friends. Love to you and all her family and friends. RIP. x

Tania Hershman said...

What beautiful words and what a terrible loss, and so sudden. Thinking of Emily's family. xx

Tony said...

A fine, and I'm quite sure, fitting tribute to Emily. Although I never met her, I feel now as though I know her just a little. Having attended and appreciated that 'pop up' event, I too am grateful to Emily who helped to set it all up. She sounds as though she was very much an 'Isla', quietly working to make others' lives better. She will be greatly missed, I know.

Tara moore said...

What a lovely way to remember your friend. She sounds like a remarkable young woman. Her life was short but her presence and memory will live on in all those whom she touched. x

Debi said...

Thank you all for your kind comments. I'm sure the admiration for Emily you have all expressed and your sympathy and understanding will be appreciated by her family.

Unknown said...

A moving tribute, Debi. Emily was a woman who was growing into her being, recognising her self, from moment to moment. At such a young age she was taken away, but it seems she had come to fulfil her realisations in all to brief a time. My love to you, her grieving friend, your fellow writers, and her family.

pinkcarrally said...

How lovely that the members of the East Dulwich Writers' Group were so welcoming and supportive. Emily sounds so sweet and must have appreciated her follow writers' encouragement so much... such kindness feeds the soul and encourages people to blossom and grow.
How lovely to read about Emily's journey and her gentle humour.
How sad to hear of her passing. The world needs more Emilys.... and more people like the members of the East Dulwich Writers' Group.
Thank you for sharing your tribute, Debi. I have never met you, but it sounds to me as if it was written for a very special person... by a very special person.
Big hugs x

Elizabeth Baines said...

How shocking and tragic, Debi. And what a moving tribute you have written. My thoughts are with you all. x

Liane Spicer said...

I'm so sorry, Debi. My condolences to her family and those she touched with her life.

Barbara said...

One of the loveliest and most warm hearted people I have come across in lonely London. I only met her a few times but I remember how she brightened up the room and made me feel like an old friend.

K.D. McCrite said...

I live half-a-world away and felt the love, compassion, and strength of this woman through your beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing. I'm so glad I found this post.

--K.D. McCrite

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