14/04/2026
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I remain incredibly in awe and admiration of the staff . It’s a service you really hope you’ll never have to use 💔 They are incredible humans who help to guide you through the unimaginable.
Now, not being naturally athletic, the thought of doing some sort of run to raise funds for them seems a little out of my depth (although I am secretly hoping to reach my birthday and find I suddenly love running - let’s hope!). So for now, I’m going to use the one skill I’m sort of alright at…
There’s a new gift box available with proceeds going towards the hospice. It’s a nod to the greatest movie so far this year: Project Hail Mary, which I saw twice last week because I loved it so much. 🚀
And if you need more convincing to buy a box; I wrote and read a tribute to Dad at his funeral. I added the following except because I really wanted to stress to everyone there -and it was an overflowing church full so a good chance to spread the word - that we should all do what we can to help ensure this charity can keep providing the service they do.
“These last few days, I’ve reminded myself how lucky I was to see Dad every week, some weeks daily sometimes. I’d leave from work some days and just wave through the window – guaranteed to see him tomorrow.
The day I knew I wouldn’t see Dad tomorrow dawned on me on the 1st January, guided by a nurse from St Elizabeth Hospice. I asked her - whilst Mum was out of the room – to be honest with me; how long do you think we have? She put her hand on my knee. Dad’s DNR was valid in the hospital but not at home (who knew that was a thing). She looked at me told me that us putting that in place was a priority… in fact, tomorrow would be too late. She then calmly explained – because I asked her to – what to expect from Dad’s final day. Those nurses from the hospice show such compassion and patience and held my hand through a day I didn’t want to do, through a window I had waved at him through many times before.”
