Good grief: how to write about death and loss in fiction

By Nicholas Leigh, exclusively for Frost Magazine

 author Nicholas Leigh with permission from  anthony.harvison@palamedes.co.uk

Death happens many times a day – loss is as common as taking a train. But when it is you who loses someone you love, it becomes a moment of rare devastation.

To write about loss and the grief that comes with it is, then, to write about the utterly constant and the crushing rarity at the same time. It falls to the writer to reflect the existence of these contradictory feelings within a single moment – in other words, to reflect real life. The pleasure and comfort of reading comes, as wise folk have said in the past, from a complete stranger saying to you, I have been through what you are going through now – and I understand how you feel. A writer telling a story about loss and its grief takes on the mantle not just of storyteller but also counsellor, and perhaps even healer. 

To honour this considerable responsibility, the issues that any writer intent on creating a good piece of work – how to form living, breathing characters, bring to life the world they live in and tell their story in an exciting, gripping manner – remain. Added on top is the question of how you respect the loss your reader has experienced, and recognise their grief, without undermining the story, or making it unreadable to others who just want to immerse themselves in a good, if emotional tale. To achieve this, it may help to consider yourself an archaeologist.

Loss – and in particular grief – is a many-layered experience. You cannot help someone who is grieving by simply saying, let me help you. As another wise person once said, if you were capable of sharing my grief, I would gladly let you have it all. Instead, you have to start at ground level, and then dig down through each of the layers of that relationship, descending through your character’s experiences with the person they have lost, the happy times and the difficult periods, the reversals of expectation, the times when it was not they who let your lead down, but vice versa. All of these layers need to be explored, deciphered, decoded, and it is this exploration that could form much of your story.

You must keep on going until you reach what lies beneath it all: the love that causes this grief to be so painful. For at the heart of the matter is the heart itself. To write about loss is to write about love. The writer must ensure that the love story at the centre of a tale about grief is well-drawn, convincing – perhaps even a little complicated.

Stories remind us of the people in our lives, and how we feel about them. So when you cry from reading, you are often really crying for yourself, and for those closest to you. To give your story the heart it needs to have the power you desire, open up the best resource you have available: yourself and your experiences. Write as if you were talking about those closest to you, even if your story takes place in the Fourteenth Century, or on a planet light years away. The simple humanity that comes from talking about simple human experiences will emerge and could provide readers you will never get to meet with a helping hand in dealing with their own grief just when they needed it the most. 

Nicholas Leigh is a British author whose intelligent and individualistic novels are based on relationships and human interactions. His books include Blood Harmonies, The Condition, The Confession of Dieter Berenson, and his latest novella, Two Women. All are available now through Liborwich Publishing on Amazon UK

New Infographic Gives The Grave Facts About Dying

Dying is not something most of us want to think about. Problem is, it is unavoidable and not dealing with your affairs in advance can cause trouble for loved ones. While life insurance isn’t something that most would want to talk about, it’s rather important so those left behind won’t get into debt. Dealing with grief is hard enough, but according to this brilliant infographic which outlines the associated costs of funerals; 44% of people had to take out a credit card to pay for a loved ones funeral. Even worse, 27% had to resort to a payday loan. Having a child was the catalyst for myself getting my affairs in order, but this infographic shows that most of us are still woefully underprepared for the inevitable.

Assumptions don’t help either. Apparently 41% of people think that existing funds will cover their funeral costs, but the truth is that only 22% of people have the proper life insurance in place. Even more shocking is that only 32% of people have a will should something happen to them.

Over 50 life cover is important and helps to alleviate the financial strain that often comes with arranging a funeral, as letting those left behind know how you would like to be buried (or cremated), who you would like to leave your worldly goods to and any other last wishes. This funeral planning infographic from British Seniors Insurance Agency has lots of interesting statistics: average funeral costs are cheaper in Edinburgh and most expensive in Sheffield. Londoners are more likely to take out a credit card or payday loan, and Liverpool had the highest number of respondents wanting a religious ceremony. Different regions had different worries: Londoners were more likely to take out a credit card (40%) or a payday loan (39%) to pay for a funeral, while in Brighton 17% of people worried about future inheritance disputes among family members.

The thing about the costs are that they can catch you unaware. 31% of people said they did not know what costs to expect before  they started planning a funeral. If you are lucky enough to have never planned a funeral then you will be blissfully unaware how expensive they are. The average funeral in Edinburgh is £3,947, but the average cost reaches a dizzy £5,469 in Sheffield. Londoners meanwhile pay an average of £4,543. A staggering amount of money, even for the cheapest funeral, and one that relatives might struggle to pay for.

The infographic shows that being prepared is important, but some of the findings are interesting and amusing. When it comes to the send off, 55% wanted to be buried, 22% wished to be cremated and 20% remained uncertain. However, a staggering 70% of respondents over 55 wanted to be buried. A lot of people thought creatively when it came to their final resting place. Some wanted to be buried at their favourite sports ground, some wanted to be buried in a haunte

d house, others wanted to be buried near or in the sea, while some people wanted to be buried with their spouse or their dog. No mention of other pets though.

Check out the infographic by British Seniors Insurance Agency life insurance quote provider out for yourself. Hopefully it will spur you to get your affairs in order.

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Darren Errol Clarke Obituary

Frost Magazine was in shock when our writer and friend Darren Errol Clarke died on Friday, 15 August. Darren was only 45 and always very fit and healthy. Unfortunately, Darren had a stroke and later died of complications. 

Darren Errol Clarke

Darren was one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet. Charismatic, smart, gentle, kind: he was all the best of humanity in one big loveable giant of a man. His death has been widely felt not just at Frost, but also in the acting community, the RAF where  he was an aircraft engineering technician and in the Judo community. An outpouring of grief was all over social media after he died and many are still in shock. Darren was an outstanding individual. His intelligence was on another level and he was an actor who had been in many popular TV shows and films. I asked some of his friends to send their memories along. Here they are:

 

Nina Meecham:

I met Darren about 12 years ago, he was amazing, truthful and the best guy a woman could ask for. As time flew past our relationship, though long distance. moved away but having him as a best friend was amazing. Our love for each other was strong and he always talked me out of the blue days. I still can’t get my head around not hearing your voice seeing your smile, never talking to you again. I found a white feather on my floor today out of nowhere could this have came from… so i believe it was from you… showing me your ok and you’re still around me … thank you for loving me . I will miss you always x

 
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Colin David Reese: 

I first met Darren at an evening organised by our common agent – Miles whom I have known for many years. As I don’t live in the UK and had come over partly for this social evening, I knew nobody else in the room. Feeling a bit shy and awkward as everybody knew everybody else, I was somewhat left out. Darren came over to me and introduced himself. Nobody else had. We had, in fact, exchanged a couple of banters on FB and so there was a previous contact. Darren then took me round the room and introduced me to many people – which Miles was rather too occupied to be able to do. Our friendship was born at that moment as he broke the ice for me. Since then we became constant friends on FB and nearly every time I was in London we would meet over a pint …

 

These lovely memories came from Amanda Caffry-Hughes:

 

Darren was just 19 years old, serving in the RAF (at Locking, Weston Super Mare), when we first met at a nightclub. He was that confident, cool, well dressed guy who was breaking some moves on the dance floor: Grabbing the limelight – as his presence always did!

 

Just a short time spent in his company, I soon discovered what an amazing individual he was.  We hit it off immediately and within weeks became very close. Smart, good hearted, a gentle man, Daz was always compassionate, kind and considerate to others. My parents adored him! We didn’t always share the same opinion or see eye to eye – Daz could be stubborn at times, but was always very forgiving of my indifference and ignorance (!)

 

With time we went our separate ways but we never lost touch and stayed in regular contact, communicating most weeks. Throughout the last 26 years, we’ve shared personal tragedies – as well as our successes.  Always there for me, Darren was the most generous, loyal, trustworthy, honourable friend whom I miss today and will miss forever.  Losing one of my best friends is pain beyond belief but I know I was blessed to have known Darren’s love and friendship.

 

I’ve cried a thousand tears over the last few weeks…I know I’ll cry thousands more over Darren in the future: But today I’ve cried tears of laughter as I reminisce about the times we spent together. Always special times, we had so much fun: So many laughs – like the time Daz persuaded me to buy a state of the art car stereo system with the promise that he’d install it.. “Trust me Mand? I’m an aircraft technician: I work on Harrier Jump Jets all the time” he said, “It will …be a doddle and the sound will be quality!” Well he was right on that one. Driving to our chosen nightclub that night we certainly had fine tunes booming out at a million decibels BUT what Daz had failed to check was when the stereo was turned ON, the headlights turned to high beam AND the hazard lights flashed constantly! We had our very own mobile disco down the M5! How we made the entire journey from Chard to Exeter (and back) without being pulled over by the cops is beyond me! Well Darren returned to RAF Bruggen without fixing the fault (!) and I spent the following month driving at night in silence. Maybe that was his intention because my thoughts always turned to him… as they do now. Bless you Darling. Xxxx

 

That beautiful smile is etched on my memory forever. (Along with the sulky expression with the puppy dog eyes and bottom lip: Melted my heart and made me smile and laugh every time!) Gonna miss my dear friend but weren’t we the lucky ones to have known such a beautiful soul. Forever in my heart. R.I.P darling Daz.

 

I can see Darren now….Sunday morning in front of the hall mirror, plucking white cat fur from his afro!  My fluffy persian “Gizmo” so loved to sleep on Darren’s pillow! I remember one evening at our favourite night club – the strobe and ultraviolet lights lit up the white fur around Darren’s head like an angel’s halo. I did laugh.  Daz didn’t.  He didn’t call my cat by his name “Gizmo” ever again!

 

Darren Errol Clarke 29 April 1969 – 15 August 2014. Rest in Peace.

 

Darren’s articles on Frost are below.

 

Zen Sai review

Dr David R Hamilton… Self Love at BAFTA

Female Superheroes… Why has Hollywood gotten it wrong?

Online gambling, its rise and fall.

Diabetes… It’s Not Too Late To Take Control

MH 370… A Conspiracy?

Patricia Byrne Dies Aged 80

Stephanie Kwolek: A Biography

Matsuri dining experience.

Racism… What exactly is it?

Ageing isn’t just skin deep – Muscular Ageing

In love With Death in a “Secret Garden”

Frost meets Paddy Power and Professor Hawking: How England can win the world cup

The Moratorium: Homeless Veterans

Back Pain: How Low Can You Go?

Fire In Babylon: Facing Devon Malcolm

 

 

 

Norm MacDonald’s Touching Tribute To Robin Williams

Robin Williams’ death left a world in mourning like no other celebrity before him. The laughter and joy he brought to people in childhood and beyond made him an international treasure.Robin Williams tribute

 

 
One of the most touching tributes I saw was from Norm MacDonald, I am not embarrassed to say that it even made me cry. Rest in peace to Robin Williams, who will be sorely missed. Here is Norm’s amazing tribute. Let us know what you think.

Norm MacDonald

Norm MacDonald

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Felix Dennis Dies Aged 67

I was very upset to hear about the death of Felix Dennis. He was always kind and open with me and even sent me a book of his poetry once, with a rather lovely personal note attached too. I was devastated when tea was spilt on the book but (hope) I still have his personal note somewhere. Felix Dennis dies Felix Dennis was a great man. He built up a publishing business that is one of the most successful in the country and made an insane amount of money. Hundreds of millions of pounds, but stayed true to himself. He has left £500 million to his forest, proving his social conscious to the end. He had spent the past decade planting it.

Felix died yesterday at the age of 67 after a two-year battle with throat cancer. He was surrounded by loved ones at the time.

He led a very interesting life which included a jail term for “conspiring to corrupt public morals” during the famous 1971 Oz trial and overcame a crack addiction. 

 

His family will be cared for in his will, including his long-term partner Marie-France Demolis, who he spent two decades with. The bulk of the profits from Dennis Publishing and his fortune will go to his forest, which is open to the public but privately owned. He planted the millionth tree in September.
His family released a statement saying:
“After a long and painful battle with cancer, Felix died peacefully at his home in Dorsington, aged 67. Felix was a publishing legend, famed for his maverick and entrepreneurial style and, more lately, a successful and much loved poet. He will be greatly missed.
Thank you for the support and kindness of those who share our feelings for Felix, and we ask that you respect our privacy during our time of grief.”

Yesterday was a sad day for the publishing industry and I wish his family all the best.

 

 

Patricia Byrne Dies Aged 80

Better known as Patsy Byrne, born on July 13, 1933 in Ashford, Kent, England. Easily remembered for one role that is iconic… “Nursie”(Bernard) in Blackadder!

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Patsy was married to Patrick John Seccombe from 1967 until his death in 2000. It is with a saddened heart that we lose an icon on 17 June 2014 at Denville Hall, a retirement home for performers in NorthwoodLondon. She was 80. She leaves behind her 6 step-children.

Her career spanned from 1962, The Cherry Orchard, all the way to 2006 on Holby City. Her range of acting was vast and was even on BBC’s children TV shows, as well as dramas and, of course, comedies.

Her talent is not restricted to the screen, but having toured the with the RSC, where Patsy met her husband, she also doubled as an assistant stage manager, at the Queen’s Theatre, Hornchurch. Later taking acting roles at the Belgrade Theatre, Coventry, and eventually the Royal Court in London. In 1998, Patsy played the character, “Toussaint” in Les Miserable.

The only daughter of a railway engineer, Patricia Anne Thirza Byrne was born on July 13 1933 at Ashford, Kent, and educated at Ashford Grammar School for Girls. After studying Drama at the Rose Bruford College.

Patsy Byrne revealed that the Queen’s nurse’s real name was Bernard, apparently an in-joke inspired by the Conservative politician Bernard Jenkin.

Her loss is to the industry will not be forgotten and immortalised as her character in Blackadder, she will live on and thankfully bring a smile as big as hers! With Rik Mayall (Lord Flasheart) also passing through the veil, I am sure they will be banding together making jokes and more laughter with their own sketches.

Thank you, Patsy, may you hold your head high, as you leave a legacy most actors only dream of.

 

 

Stephanie Kwolek: A Biography

Stephanie Kwolek was born to Polish immigrant parents in New Kensington, Pennsylvania, July 31st 1923.

In 1946, Stephanie earned a degree in chemistry from Margaret Morrison Carnegie College of Carnegie Mellon University. She had planned to become a doctor and hoped she could earn enough money from a temporary job in a chemistry-related field to attend medical school. Stephanie initially only intended to work for DuPont temporarily, she found the work interesting enough to stay and not pursue a medical career.

Kevlar, which Stephanie Kwolek invented.

Kevlar, which Stephanie Kwolek invented.

Stephanie Kwolek is the inventor who pioneered a technology used in protecting many soldier and police! She was working for DuPont, a chemical company, when she managed to figure out how to produce the super-strong compound in 1964. But it took Stephanie, who joined DuPont in 1946, 15 years to score a promotion! It took until 1999 until she received recognition for the achievement, but she was extremely humble and not bitter saying, “If you were ambitious and applied yourself, you could acquire a great deal of knowledge. There were a lot of bright, creative men. This made the atmosphere in which I worked so stimulating and so enjoyable.”

Stephanie Kwolek solved a problem other scientists had not. Extremely rigid polymers like the ones the chemists worked with were very hard to dissolve. But Stephanie Kwolek came up with a chemical solution that, when spun a certain way, came out bundled with all the fibres twisted in one direction.

Stephanie knew immediately she’d come up with something big. She though, the whole thing was very exciting, let me tell you. The stiffness was absolutely spectacular. That’s when I said, “Aha.” I knew then and there it was an important discovery.”

Kevlar was so much stronger than DuPont’s previous inventions, the company had to get a new machine to measure its toughness.

So why am I reporting all this and making it an article? The problem is that Stephanie Kwolek died June 18th 2014 and I had to do some extensive research to see why the UK newspapers had not covered this story!

As an ex-military man myself, I owe her for the practical implication that I have had the pleasure of working throughout my service career. And the life saving properties during the conflicts. So I feel saddened that considering our lives have been changed on such a dramatic scale that she has had no kudos, coverage, or even a mention that is worthy of a pioneer and an amazing woman.

I could write on about how magnificent her achievement is and given the era, she had to work against a male dominated field and the money DuPont would have made in her stead would have been significant, to say the least! I am almost certain that you are wearing, or have worn something made by this woman and not have even known the history behind her.

Stephanie Kwolek has done few interviews and when she has, she has always seemed happier to have done the invention than to have been recognised for it and I think ending this article on a quote will sum up the woman and how grateful I am to her.

I raise a glass in the celebration of the understated magnificence of Stephanie Kwolek and you have the last word on how revered you are.

“At least, I’m hoping I’m saving lives. There are very few people in their careers that have the opportunity to do something to benefit mankind.”

Stephanie Kwolek died June 21st 2014, aged 90

 

 

Pregnant Farzana Parveen Stoned To Death By Own Family In Pakistan

A pregnant woman, Farzana Parveen, has been stoned to death by more than 20 members of her own family in front of the high court of Lahore. She was only 25 and three-months pregnant.

The group included her father and brothers. They attacked her and her husband with batons and bricks. The attack happened in broad daylight.

Hundreds of women are killed every year in honor killings but public stoning is rare.

Police investigator Rana Mujahid said the woman’s father has been arrested for murder and that police were working to apprehend all those who participated in the “heinous crime.”

Another police officer, Naseem Butt, said she was killed because she married Mohammad Iqbal against her family’s wishes.

Her father, Mohammad Azeem, had filed an abduction case against Iqbal.

The Human Rights Commission of Pakistan, a private organisation, said in a report last month that some 869 women were murdered in honour killings in 2013.

Zia Awan, a prominent lawyer and human rights activist, said: “I have not heard of any such case in which a woman was stoned to death, and the most shameful and worrying thing is that this woman was killed in front of a court.”

He said Pakistanis who commit violence against women are often acquitted or handed light sentences because of poor police work and faulty prosecutions.

“Either the family does not pursue such cases or police don’t properly investigate. As a result, the courts either award light sentences to the attackers, or they are acquitted,”

Her husband survived the attack. Iqbal, 45, said he started seeing Parveen after the death of his first wife, with whom he had five children.

“We were in love,” he told The Associated Press. He alleged that the woman’s family wanted to fleece money from him before marrying her off. “I simply took her to court and registered a marriage,”

Parveen’s father called the murder an “honor killing” and surrendered after.

“I killed my daughter as she had insulted all of our family by marrying a man without our consent, and I have no regret over it,” Mujahid, the police investigator, quoted the father as saying.