
Fundraising – I don’t love it!
The reality is that having survived the trauma of losing a daughter, I find myself having to face up to asking for funds to help prevent it happening to others.

The reality is that having survived the trauma of losing a daughter, I find myself having to face up to asking for funds to help prevent it happening to others.

Our fundraising cyclists have ridden across England, Scotland, Ireland (once virtually and once for real)—and now it’s time for Wales!

it was important to keep Alice’s name alive. It was inconceivable that such zest for life and vitality would simply disappear

Family liaison officers are amazing people. They are absolutely essential if your daughter has been murdered, because you need someone to ask all those unimaginable questions.

In the early days, most people just gave me a hug. I didn’t have to speak and I could avoid crying. But then people needed to talk to me about Alice, about what to do with her stuff, arrangements for her funeral and mundane, but hugely distressing administration tasks. I discovered that if I felt emotional, I could avoid crying by just stopping what I was saying, usually mid-sentence. In those early days there were a lot of silent pauses. I think my friends got used to it.

The first time we went to Newcastle with Alice, the Tyne Bridge was displaying The Great North Run logo, and every time I visited Alice in August and September, that logo was calling out to me. When we were in Newcastle after Alice’s murder, the logo was still there, and it triggered something in my subconscious. By the end of the year, without really understanding how I was going to do it, I had signed up for a place in the Great North run 2017, supporting Women’s Aid.

Special thanks to Rob Byrne who ran in Sunday’s London marathon, and to all our other runners

If we can ensure that everyone in every school in the country is properly educated about stalking, then we will make an enormous impact. People will be more likely to identify stalking, whether it is happening to them, to their friends or being carried out by their friends. They will know what to do about it and how to support those people that it is affecting. This is so important!

When Alice died, we had lived in the same village for over thirty years. I think I knew everybody in the village, some really well and most on more than just on a nodding acquaintance. But without exception, everyone was unbelievably supportive.