It felt like my family was CURSED
Taking my last exhausted step across the finish line, I punched my fists in the air and looked around for my family and friends who were there to support me. Then, with my February 2019 Brighton half-marathon medal around my neck, we went to find a nearby pub. Only, while I felt elated sipping my gin and tonic, my heart also felt heavy. There were three important people missing – my sisters, Yvonne, Jane and Mandy. We should’ve all been together, popping champagne, celebrating Jane’s 50th, too, instead, my family were raising a glass to them and fundraising in their memory.
When I was born in 1974, Yvonne was seven, Jane, five,
