10 years both feels like an unfathomable amount of time and no time at all.

It’s been over ten years since my Mum, Rebecca , passed.

I will always be so proud to call her my Mum. An author who spoke to millions through her books, but also someone whose wit and warmth are impossible to capture in words.

It never gets easier.

But what did I am so grateful for is the opportunity to say goodbye properly in a comfortable place, where pain can be managed, something too many people at end of life can’t say.

Hospices provide the space for a dignified death, but access to them is a lottery across the country, delivered not by the NHS, but by the kindness and grace of local charities. Funding simply isn’t fit for purpose.

The Martlet’s Hospice in Brighton is one such hospice, and will always hold a special place in mine and my family’s heart. In March I’ll be running the Brighton half in aid of their work, and in memory of my Mum.

I’d really appreciate any donation people feel able to provide.

Cheers,

Joe x