My Story
In 1995, at the age of 35 years, my mum Rose lost her very short but hard fought battle with cancer. I was 15. My mum was an amazing woman. She could light up a room with her laughter and smile, and would do anything for anyone. She had such a warm heart and she loved her family wholeheartedly. Even when she got sick, she still insisted on doing all the 'mum' things, she'd always done. She'd get us up in the morning and cook our tea. She'd sit wrapped up in a blanket watching my brother play football. She'd sit next to me eating chocolate as we watched our favourite TV shows. She was there with a kiss and hug at bedtime and an "I love you" as she turned out the light. Losing her was devastating. It broke all of our hearts. She fought with such courage, dignity and strength. She never once gave in. Her legacy still lives on to this day. All those things she instilled about the importance of honesty, decency and caring for others, still ring true. She is the brightest star on the darkest night. The voice whispering support and encouragement when I need it the most. She is the one who set the course I want to take when it comes to being a mum to my son. That's why I'm riding this September - because I want to honour what she stood for and what she meant to us. Every mile I complete, she will be right there with me as I try to raise money to help stop someone else from losing what we lost, when we lost her. So in loving memory Mum, these miles are for you ❤️
