Every year, I take part in the Bike Ride for the British Heart Foundation, cycling in memory of my mum. She passed away when I was just two years old. One winter night, she returned early from a Christmas party, and while she was alone at home, she suffered a sudden heart attack. She didn’t survive, and I never got to truly know her.

Our father, my older sister, and I were left to piece our lives together, but her absence has always left a profound void. Every pedal I push in the BHF Bike Ride is my way of honoring her memory, of doing something tangible in her name. I ride with the hope that we can prevent other families from going through the same heartbreak. My mum may be gone, but this ride each year keeps her memory alive, helping to turn our grief into hope for others.