In Memory of Emily Riall

Emily

photo: Gwenllian Riall

Last week I posted a blog about entering remission after treatment for cancer. For me this moment will forever be connected to the death on the same day of my friend Emily Riall.

I had been to the hospital to meet with my doctor in the late morning; in the early evening we received a phone call from a friend of a friend to say that Emily had taken her own life during that afternoon. She was 22.

What I loved about Emily was being in her company. She had one of the all-time great laughs, a high-pitched squeal of delight that was pure pleasure to hear. We had an open door policy with her -she had a key to our house- so that we would often come home from work to find her sitting at our kitchen table reading the novel she had on the go, or doing her homework. Emily would respond in a variety of ways to this intrusion: you could be met with silence, a volley of abuse for entering her space of concentration, or by the most charming of hostesses, offering you tea and one of the cakes she had just happened to bake.

On more than one occasion Emily would storm in, unannounced, put the kettle on and swear at top volume about (delete where appropriate) the government, the buses, teachers who were not as clever as her, or the ‘incredibly bad writing of Jane Austen’. 

There was something definitely feline about Emily, and I do not just mean the way that she would curl up on the sofa in the middle of a conversation and fall asleep. To come into Emily’s space was always on her terms, but you always left her feeling honoured that she had chosen to spend her precious time with you.

What you should also know about Emily was that she was a fine poet. Sadly she did not live to see her first book of poems, A Sinkful of Sky, published. (Following this link will take you to the Lulu.com website, where you can order a copy).

She had been working on the drafts of the poems in the book during the summer of 2006, and had been putting the final touches to the collection together right up until her death in October of the same year. It is one of the great privileges of my life that she allowed me to see and make comments on early drafts of the poems. I can tell you that I have worked with writers twice Emily’s age who did not have her professionalism and dedication to getting the poems right.

The poems in A Sinkful of Sky are spare, direct and honest, sometimes brutally so. They are true testament to Emily’s burgeoning talent. We miss her first and foremost as a person and as a friend. But I also cannot help wondering of what her writing might have become, had she lived.

I have thought long and hard about the deep irony of receiving the best and worst news of my life on the same day. I am still not sure what to make of it, if I am honest. As I move further away from the initial raw grief and shock at Emily’s death I am conscious that I am at the same time also moving more into life, towards health. While missing her fiercely I do not think of her every day, just as I do not think of my cancer every day. All I really know is that I need to honour her by living fully and with love, to the best of my ability, on each day that has been given to me. I am with Sharon Olds when she says: ‘I want to live.’


Emily Riall, 1983-2006.

With thanks to Gwenllian Riall and Harriet Mitchell-Riall

7 comments

  1. Alison Green

    What a lovely tribute to someone who had a place in your life and your heart. Live, yes live, for if we do not, we deny our very selves. x

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  2. Gwenllian Riall

    My dear Ant – what a splendid piece. Thank you. How we miss what might have been. And how we miss what was. Living in the present is the most important aspect of all this, I think. What a lovely complex infuriating and delightful girl she was.

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  3. Anthony Wilson

    Dear Alison and GwenllianThank you so much for your kind comments. We do miss her deeply. That laugh. That sudden rage. The poems. A

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  4. Dan George

    I too knew and loved Emily who I met through an online depression forum as a fellow sufferer. She used to send me cards and letters which I still have and often look at with fondness. We spent a few days together doing silly things, we even had a teddy bears picnic on dartmoor. I sadly lost touch with Emily in her final years but unkowingly I almost visited her the day before her death as I missed her terribly. Instead I drove alone, feeling lost to Plymouth Hoe where I had previously spent a day with her and thought about her and my Father who was from there originally. I often wonder if my visit would have made any difference, and shall regret not going to see her forever 😦

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  5. Anthony Wilson

    Dear DanThank you for taking the time to comment on my post about Emily.We miss her terribly still, as do you.Wishing you all the best in your recoveryWith good wishesAnthony www.anthonywilsonpoetry.com

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  6. RC

    I miss my dear friend Emily greatly. How nice to stumble upon this description of the wonderful young woman she was. I wish so much I could show her how much I have achieved in my life, and how much of it I owe to her.

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    • Anthony Wilson

      RC
      Thank you so much for taking the time to comment on my post about Emily. She is always upmost in my mind at this time of year as I am sure she is in yours. Funnily enough I was speaking about her last night at a reading in Exeter. The day of her death for me coincides in the most awful ironic way with the day I was told I was now in remission from cancer. I miss her deeply and fiercely even as I rejoice in continuing to live. I’m so grateful you found my post. With best wishes
      And thanks
      Anthony

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