#St Gemma’s Hospice

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RHS Tatton

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Love Grows in the Valley of Death

Chapter Two:  To Follow Without Question

Several days passed before Tig saw Helena again. His anxiety only grew with each passing minute until he was mount fucking Everest. Piney had reluctantly excepted Helena‘s help at Gemma and Tara’s urging. He had decided to spend a couple days with Mary doing some bucket list bullshit before letting cancer take the wheel. Piney allowed Helena to order some medical devices even though he knew he could just go put a gun to his head but he didn’t wanna do that to the club.

Tig felt his bowels turn hot and threaten to loosen and he was certain he forgot how to breathe for a second when he walked into the clubhouse and saw Helena filling a medication tray with a veritable rainbow of round pills and glossy oblong tablets.

Helena looked up as she was pouring a bottle of triangular mustard yellow tablets into her palm and found herself in the sudden crosshairs of his gaze. She felt a constriction in her diaphragm as she suddenly felt like a gazelle under the predatory eyes of a lion on the Serengeti.

Helena couldn’t stop herself from flinching and fumbled the entire bottle of pills onto the carpeted floor. She blinked rapidly and blushed as she looked at the pills that had rained down around her sensible fluorescent pink cross trainers that were endorsed by the most current and famously celebrated NBA player.

Tig smiled, letting his eyes move over her features and memorize the rapid pulse in the smooth skin of her neck.

“Hey,” he said easily. “Do you want a beer or something?”

Helena smiled and broke herself out of her paralysis, “no, no thanks. Do you have soda?”

Tig glanced over at one of the new prospects and nodded. The eager prospect rushed over and brought her a cold can of soda.

“Thank you,” she said before she set the aluminum can aside and squatted down to retrieve the spilled blood pressure pills. Helena counted them as she dropped them into her palm. She didn’t notice that Tig had been brought a cold beer by the same prospect and was perched on one of the padded stools openly watching her retrieve the pills.

Tig’s thoughts evolved back to that of early man when communication was from grunts and beating broad chests. He had a sudden desire to go help her but worried what he would do if he got too close. Tig looked away just before she raised her head and rose to her feet.

Helena put the pills into a baggie and made a few notations before fixing a white label around it and putting it in a small-locked box

Tig took a long drink from his beer, he couldn’t believe the awkwardness he felt about speaking to her. Tig nearly chuckled as his mind dipped just the tip of his toe into the pool of his memories when he thought about what depravity he’d committed and now he couldn’t even talk to someone who was fully clothed.

“Where’s Piney?” he finally asked.

After Helena had finished her notations on the bottle of spilled medication she glanced over before reaching for her soda. “He’s at St. Thomas’s talking to the hospice director about emergency contacts and how many hours of care he needs per week at this point. And of course what his insurance will cover,” she added as she rolled her eyes.

Tig nodded, not having another question in the barrel. Helena sipped off her soda as she went over the list of medical devices she’d ordered and what had arrived so far. She was counting IV bags of saline solution when a question finally came to him.

“Have you done this kind of job long?”

Helena glanced over and settled into the new wheelchair that still had plastic wrap around its wheels. “A couple years now. I worked through a hospice agency all through nursing school,” she added as she took a few more steps from her soda.

“Thanks for helping out Piney,” Tig said.

Helena smiled and chuckled, “he’s not exactly thrilled with the idea of me helping him, but he seems like a nice guy.”

Tig chuckled before he drained his beer and nodded to the prospect for another. “He is a stubborn old bastard.”

They both trailed off into silence. “Do you live nearby?”

Tig nodded as Helena described an area about fifteen minutes north west.

“Do you live there alone?”

Helena tilted her chin as she swirled her soda, “pardon?”

“Do you live alone or with a boyfriend? Husband? Girlfriend?” he asked with a gravelly rasp and winked.

Helena fought to not roll her eyes. “I have a lot of ferns,” she finally said with a chuckle.

“Do you and your plants live in a house or one of those new apartment complexes out there?”

“It’s a two-bedroom house on half an acre. I got an amazing deal on it because there’s so much wrong with it. The hardware store has free classes that show you how to do home repairs and I’m going to try that or if that fails, find a local contractor.”

Tig spoke without really thinking, wanting to promise anything in that moment for even just the opportunity to exchange further words with her. “What kind of work do you need done on the house?”

Helena made an explosive motion off the top of her head.

“Quite a bit, there are some bad patches in the roof, flooring, plumbing, electrical, pretty much everything, that’s why I got such a great buy. The foundation is solid though and there isn’t much drywall to repair. The appliances are fairly new plus the property is beautiful and I’ll have space to have an amazing garden.”

“I could come out and see what some of us around the shop could do.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to go through that bother. I drive by the hardware store almost twice a day.”

“It’s not a bother. When are you getting out of here today?” he bluntly asked.

Helena blinked a couple times and tried to keep her composure as she glanced down at her digital watch that matched the shade of her shoes. “I can pretty much leave anytime, I just have to stop by the pharmacy and pick up a few things and of course get another refill authorized,” she added and tapped the locked case with the contaminated medication.

“I can follow you there and then back to your place to check out what you need done.”

“Are you sure? That seems kind of inconvenient and I feel like I just dumped it in your lap somehow.”

“You didn’t and I’m not doing anything else right now.”

“Thanks, I can pick up the prescriptions on the way over tomorrow so there’s no need for you to wait for me to do that. The refill will probably take about an hour with communicating between the pharmacist and on call hospice physician.”

Tig moved his rough fingertips through the drops of condensation that had rolled down the side of his beer bottle. “There’s a pizza place next to the pharmacy right?”

Helena nodded, “yeah it’s Nemo’s I think.”

“Do you like their pizza?”

She was digging in her purse for her car keys and wasn’t really following his train of questions. “They’re great, they have that incredible buffet with those cinnamon sugar twists, there is some sort of an illegal drug in them,” she chuckled.

“Why don’t we go have an early dinner and wait for that prescription to be filled?”

Helena licked her dry lips as her mind absorbed his words and broke them down like gastric acid first destroying food molecules before getting waterboarded with bile.

“I haven’t been there in a while,” she lamely stalled.

“You gotta eat,” Tig teased until Helena had to smile and nod.

The prospect watched Helena gather up her purse and then zip up her sweatshirt.

The prospect kept his amusement to himself as he watched Tig nearly stumble over himself pushing open the door for Helena, giving her a wide berth even though every part of his body wanted to do the opposite.

Tig followed Helena to the shopping center with the pharmacy and several other shops just under ten minutes away. They both had to circle the lot a few times to find parking spaces with the dinnertime hour.

They both walked to the pizza place and got a table before Helena told him what she’d like and then jetted over to the pharmacy.

Tig jammed his fingers on the plastic-coated menu feeling a trail of excitement from the crown of his head to the very tip of his coccyx. He felt a sick bubble of nausea in his gut like a nervous teenager. He wanted to run his hand over his face to see if he forgot how to grow facial hair and was covered in zits. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked himself. “Knock it off,” he scolded himself.

Tig chuckled as he shook his head and rubbed his hands over his eyes after he tossed his sunglasses to the shiny waxed tabletop. “Whore’s are so much easier to deal with,” Tig groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Tig looked up when Helena was suddenly sliding into the booth across from him. “It’ll be about an hour,” she said.

“I ordered just a few minutes ago,” he said deflecting so she wouldn’t see the happiness sparkling in his cerulean blue eyes.

Helena pulled the paper off her straw before dunking it into the glass of ice water “Do you want an appetizer?” Tig asked. “Yes, I’d like the potato skins and their buy one, get one. Which one do you want?”

Tig would’ve agreed to anything. A bowl of croutons would’ve been just fine with him. “How about those mozzarella sticks?”

“Sounds good,” she said.

“Neither of them spoke until the server returned and they placed their appetizer order.

The young server gave them an annoyed look and said that their pizza would be out before the appetizers. The same server’s attitude evaporated as soon as he met Tig’s eyes and saw his life draining in the reflection.

“I’ll just go put this order in now and then delay the pizza until you’re done,” the server said nervously. “How about some sodas, free of charge of course?”

Tig looked over at Helena. “Would you like a soda?”

Helena struggled not to smile. “Do you have iced tea?”

The server was bobbing before she finished speaking.

Tig ordered a beer and finally smiled when he met Helena‘s eyes. “That kid is probably back there having a heart attack right now you know,” she said as she shook her head.

Tig didn’t initially say anything.

Before either of them could speak, her phone gave two large chimes. Tig watched her pull her phone from an inside pouch of her oversize satchel. He narrowed his eyes and felt himself grow more alert as Helena’s expression tightened and the color drained from her beautiful face as her eyes moved over her phone’s screen.

Tig watched her click her phone into silent mode and shove it back into her purse. Helena pushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear and pretended that her soda was incredibly interesting as she stabbed the ice with her straw.

“You alright?”

“Yes, fine.”

“You look like you just read something bad.”

“It’s nothing,” Helena said sharper than she intended.

“It doesn’t look like it was nothing,” Tig pressed as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, closing the distance between them.

Helena sat back, her shoulders stiff. “It was nothing,” she spit tersely, her tone not inviting further conversation. Tig held her eyes for a moment, thinking inside that it would be a moment he would return to but for now he would let it lie dormant.

They were spared any sort of nervous chatter about the weather or price of gas when another server showed up with an extra appetizer in addition to the drinks they ordered. “Thank you,” Helena said as she dipped a chip into the extra hot artichoke dip.

For the next few minutes they both were satisfied with melted cheese, and bountiful sour cream crowned with bacon bits.

“You like the work?” Tig asked when they both came up for air from there endless abyss of carbohydrates and ranch sauce.

Helena nodded before she spoke. “I just recently moved here; I’m still getting to know the area.”

“Where did you work before in Florida?”

“Tampa.”

Tig wiped the red sauce off his fingertips. “That’s a big move, what made you come out here? Family?”

If Tig hadn’t been paying as close of attention and been well-trained to recognizing when someone was lying, he wouldn’t have noticed the subtle facial nuances she had constructed for her past. Tig admired her façade, very seaworthy as long as you didn’t dig or lean in for a closer look.

“I just wanted something different, the pay here is a lot better,” Helena said airily.

Tig took a few minutes to decide if he was going to press her further for the truth as he tore apart a breadstick and mopped up some marinara sauce that was garlic forward.

“How do you like Charming so far?”

Tig saw her visibly relax. “It’s great,” Helena said honestly. “The moment I stepped off the airplane and didn’t have the humidity I was ready to call this my new home,” she admitted with a chuckle.

Her words made Tig happy and he kept a smile hidden as he bit into a loaded potato skin that was growing soggy under the weight of the cheese and pile of green onions.

Tig almost choked on a mouthful of sour cream and bacon bits when she asked naïvely. “So you’re a mechanic?”

Tig found himself nodding. “Yeah. Yes, yes, I’m a mechanic,” he said and fought to not shake his head as he cleared his throat to clarify.

“I’ve worked at the shop a long time,” he said. “Flexible hours,” he added vaguely.

Tig waited until their appetizer remnants were cleared and their pizza settled to the center of the table.

“Did you know anyone when you moved out here?”

Helena shook her head. “No, a whole new start.”

Tig really wanted to know the foundation of her thoughts but didn’t want to scare her away from her work with Piney.

They ate the rest of their dinner as they chatted about generic topics and ended up discussing the price of gas and how much time the downtown roadwork was taking.

Helena picked up the prescription before Tig followed her back to her house.

She kicked off her shoes and adjusted the heater before she unzipped her sweater and settled it over the back of her sofa. “Do you want some coffee?”

Tig would’ve accepted a glass of goat piss over ice if it added to the amount of time he could spend with her.

While the coffee brewed, Tig went and sat on the plush pad of the bay window.

“How do you take it?” she called from the kitchen.

“Cream and sugar.”

Helena brought him a mug that matched hers and for a few moments, the only sound was their metal spoons clinking against the insides of their cups.

“So, should I give you a room by room show and tell of repairs?”

“Lead the way,” Tig said as he rose to his feet.

Helena led him from room to room. He followed without question and would’ve walked across a field of lava without realizing it as he listened to her point out the various repairs that needed to be done.

Tig murmured to himself as he ran his hand over a windowsill, he mumbled about how long it would take and the cost of supplies.

He turned to her, but Helena didn’t let him finish speaking before she raised her hands and interrupted him as he said how the shop could take care of it and Chucky could probably even find a way to make it a tax write-off.

“I can’t accept that at all, I want to pay for the work here.”

Tig turned from the windowsill, letting the full weight of his gaze fall around her. “You don’t understand how grateful the club is for you helping Piney. This is the least we can do.”

Helena wrinkled her nose, “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s a lot of work and not to mention the money and time commitment.”

Tig pushed away from the wall and walked towards her slowly, never taking his eyes from hers. Helena swallowed hard and tried to appear casual as he stopped within an arm’s length of her.

“Please let me, the club, do this for you?” he murmured and reached out to squeeze the taut flesh of her upper arm.

Helena nodded and relaxed when he released her arm. “If you’re sure then thanks, thank you so much. That’s a huge relief, I didn’t really want a bunch of strangers milling around the house, plus the costs are outrageous.”

Helena and Tig both looked towards the front door when a few sharp knocks sounded.

“Excuse me,” Helena said and went to the door. A quick look through the peephole showed the delivery driver. Tig held his breath and yanked open the top couple drawers of her oak dresser and yanked a silken pair of panties from the satin, lacy pile and shoved them into his pocket before she closed the door with the catalog purchase.

Tig could feel her uncertainty around him and didn’t want to create any reason that she couldn’t return to the clubhouse.

He left soon after the delivery driver, relieved that he would be seeing her the following mid-morning.

Helena closed and locked the door after Tig, a fine tremor passed through her hands when she engaged the deadbolt.

Tig left her house and took a side road to a park that was usually vacated with the time of the hour. He let his bike idle, the warmth vibrating against the inside of his thighs as he tugged her lilac silken panties from his pocket and squeeze his hand into a tight fist around the delicate fabric.

Tig shoved his nose into the panties, smelling the ocean scent fabric softener as he dropped his free hand to the front of his pants and fumble his cock free. His breath turned ragged as he frantically stroked himself to painful hardness, shoving the fabric in his mouth, soaking it with his spit.

Tig groaned as he felt a hot coil of tension ratchet down in his groin as his balls pulled up tight against his body in anticipation of release. He let his cock fuck his loosely closed fist containing the panties as he closed his eyes and imagined thrusting into Helena and finding out what made her moan and gasp breathlessly. He wanted to make her thighs tremble as she forgot how to breathe.

Tig grunted as his cock twitched and spit out a couple sweet, sticky spurts of come. His breath shuddered as his heartbeat returned to normal.

As Tig caught his breath and returned to the club house, already looking at the clock and calculating how long until he would see her again, back in Helena’s living room, she pulled her phone from her purse and took it off mute.

She sniffed hard as she scrolled through the missed text messages, calls and unheard voicemails. Helena felt hot tears sting her eyes as the anger and obscenity of the messages grew exponentially.

Helena shook her head and took a deep breath as she plugged in her phone to charge, not having the strength to listen to the voicemails at the moment.

Helena and Tig’s evenings both passed drastically different.

Tig drank until he passed out under the pool table, waking in the middle of the night to take a piss, not sure which holes of the naked chick next to him he had filled.

Helena took a long, hot bath with a hot coffee spiked with an aged brandy and fell asleep during the eight o’clock news.

Night passed and the same sun rose above Charming and welcomed them both to a new day.

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We're doing yet another sponsored walk on 19th Feb for St Gemma's Hospice. Please have a look! We’d appreciate it and it’s for a good cause!

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Vote for your favourite businesswomen here https://evasvoting.co.uk/

The list of county contenders:

SOLO Kirsty Rose Parker of The Evaluator, Barnoldswick

BUSINESS WOMAN Suzanne Waring of The Helping Hands Group, Blackburn

SMALL Jacqueline Rawcliffe of PNG Digital, Blackpool

SMALL Janette Yates of Central Property Management, Blackpool

NEW Mary Speakman of Code Galaxy Blackpool

NEW Nikki Hesford of The Small Business Academy, Blackpool

SOLO Becky Holden-McGee of Celebrant Ceremonies by Becky, Blackpool

YOUNG ENTREPRENEUR Holly Williams of HR DanceWorks, Blackpool

FINANCIAL SERVICES Julie Hutson of Key Accounting Solutions, Blackpool

FINANCIAL SERVICES Louise Wood of Mortgages By Louise Wood, Blackpool

TRAINING & COACHING Catherine Best of Best at Solutions CIC, Blackpool

HOSPITALITY Amy Mantle of Viva Blackpool, Blackpool

CUSTOMER SERVICES Chrissy Thomas Griffin of The Lingerie Lounge, Blackpool

CUSTOMER SERVICES Seema Dalvi of Dalvi's Fine Indian Cuisine, Blackpool

HEALTH & WELLBEING Melissa Toland of Time For You Blackpool

RETAIL Julia Eastwood of Artisan Tiles & Interiors, Blackpool

BUSINESS WOMAN Gemma Walker of Helispeed, Blackpool

INTERNET INDUSTRY Emma McDonald of Design & Online Promotions, Blackpool

INSPIRATIONAL Janet Atkins of Trinity Hospice, Blackpool

RETAIL Sophie Towers of Hillingdon convenience store, Burnley

SMALL Claire Ainscough of Munchkins Village Nursery, Burscough

CREATIVE Joanne Smith of Barefoot Photography, Carleton

PROFESSIONAL SERVICES Lisa Brady of Perfect Recruitment, Chorley

RETAIL Linda Monk of Freckle Boutique Chorley

BUSINESS WOMAN Rebecca Jane of PH7 Wellbeing Centre, Clitheroe

TRAINING & COACHING Gemma Rolstone of Delphinium Heywood

SOLO Susie Tucker of Design Fix – Interiors, Kirkham

NEW Sara Dewhurst of Sandgrown Spirits Lytham Gin, Lytham St Annes

YOUNG ENTREPRENEUR Ellena Morgan of Little Voices, Lytham St Annes

FINANCIAL SERVICES Mandy Crossley of MC Accounting & Business Solutions Lytham St Annes

PROFESSIONAL SERVICES Zoe Jayne Fleming of Vincents Solicitors, Lytham St Annes

HOSPITALITY Rebecca Wood of The Ice Alchemists, Lytham St Annes

HEALTH & WELLBEING Helen Turner of Isagenix, Lytham St Annes

BEAUTY BUSINESS Justina Hamilton of Success with the FM Group, Oswaldtwistle

SMALL Terri Juniper of Lucky 6 Marketing, Preston

CREATIVE Leona Marsh of Marsh Mill Interiors, Preston

TRAINING & COACHING Rachel Bradshaw of Little Voices, Preston

BEAUTY BUSINESS Ayesha Ziya of Ayesha Ziya, Preston

HEALTH & WELLBEING Cath Hopkinson of Experience Wellness Preston

HEALTH & WELLBEING Lyn Clement of TeamRevolution Preston

INTERNET INDUSTRY Charlotte Pemberton of Crafty Cutter, Preston

RETAIL Angela Pinder of Paw Naturel, Preston

YOUNG ENTREPRENEUR Grace Vella of MissKick Skelmersdale

CREATIVE Catherine Bamber of Little Things to Cherish, Thornton Cleveleys

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“I lost my entire family just towards the end of the second world war - four brothers, three sisters and my parents. There wasn't foster care in those days. I was sent to a farm, and when I was older I had to work; earn my keep so to speak. At sixteen they gave me £10, an address for a boarding house and that was it. Out in the world, on my own. 

My first job was working as a message boy at the co-op. I took myself to night school soon after and did a variety of different roles after that: I was called up and served as a chef in the army, I taught in France. I even got a calling and went into the ministry for a while. When I was working in London I helped to start an international charity. A friend of mine needed money to keep his mission in the Philippines going. And that's where my passion for fundraising started.

I’ve worked in the hospice movement for over 40 years. I helped set up St. Gemma’s. I’m an Ambassador now, giving talks, helping with fundraising events and engaging with the community. It’s very much a Yorkshire project which has gone worldwide. A hospice is not a place to be scared of. The word means place of safety, place of care. Our motto has always been ‘Love knows no end.’ That’s one thing which we’ve always tried to maintain.”

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Charity Auction 90% of this sale will benefit St. Gemma's Hospice in Leeds.

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MyPod Garden RHS Tatton & St Gemma’s Hospice

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Mike Berry Obituary | Mike Berry Death - Cause of Death | Mike Berry Died - Dies At 62

Mike Berry Obituary | Mike Berry Death – Cause of Death | Mike Berry Died – Dies At 62

Mike Berry Death / Obituary | Cause Of Death – Dead – Dies | Died – Passed Away 

Mike Berry Death / Obituary – We learnt on August 29, 2020, that Mike Berry was pronounced dead at age 62, leaving loved ones in great sadness.

Mike Berry of St. Gemma’s Hospice. passed awaycausing so much heartbreak and agony to the beloved family. Our prayers, thoughts condolences are with the loved ones of the…

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Interessant: Es gibt ein Hospiz der heiligen Gemma in England...

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People should tag Simon, kin, and Adam for that st Gemma hospice tweet

good idea! i’ll give it a shot :) x

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The Myeloma UK Garden by John Everiss wins Silver-Gilt at RHS Chelsea 2018

Myeloma UK is delighted to announce that its inaugural garden ‘The Myeloma UK Garden’ by designers John Everiss and Francesca Murrell has been awarded a Silver-gilt medal at the RHS Chelsea Flower Show 2018.

One of the Space to Grow Gardens (a new section at Chelsea this year), The Myeloma UK Garden has been designed to give a positive message about the fight against myeloma, to which there is currently no cure, and is one of three major events that is marking the blood cancer charity’s 21 years of making history.

Inspired by Peter King, a Myeloma UK supporter from Hertfordshire whose wife Gill and brother Graham both passed away in 2016 from the cancer, the enormous head and hands sculpture at the heart of the garden is modelled on their daughter Gemma Peace from Helensburgh, and represents the role of the carer who is often a pivotal figure in helping patients and their families cope with everything a diagnosis brings.

The sculpture weighs a colossal seven tonnes, towers at 12 feet high and its innovative shape is constructed from layers of transparent Arctic blue Perspex® acrylic. The sculpture was part-assembled before the show and, as the gates at Chelsea are nine feet high, was fully constructed on the grounds.

John and his team used cutting edge technology to create the sculpture, scanning Gemma’s head, shoulders and hands to generate a very detailed 3D digital image. They then used this data to create the sculpture’s multiple layers of Perspex® acrylic, and the design and construction company ‘Stage One’ assembled it.

Gemma’s left hand is pushing away boulders, which are physical representations of plasma cells from which the cancer arises, and symbolise the obstacles people face in care when they suffer with myeloma. The boulders weigh up to two tonnes each and have been supplied by ‘Mid Wales Stone’.

Gemma’s right hand is cupped and she appears to be gently blowing seeds and plants onto fertile soil below, to represent new treatment and as a sign of hope and growth.

There is no defined path through the garden, purposefully mirroring the situation many myeloma patients face. Francesca Murrell created the planting design, which features over 60 different plants and trees, and ‘Peter Gregory Designs’ built the garden.

Rosemarie Finley, chief executive of Myeloma UK, says: “The Myeloma UK Garden at the 2018 RHS Chelsea Flower Show was designed to raise the profile of myeloma, the work we are doing as an organisation to help improve the lives of those affected by a myeloma diagnosis and the journey towards finding a cure.

John’s creative concept expertly tells the story of myeloma and is both educating and enthralling visitors. The Silver-gilt medal is truly well deserved and will help attract even more people to the garden to celebrate its themes of hope and care, which are moving and inspiring visitors.”

John Everiss, designer of The Myeloma UK Garden at the RHS Chelsea Flower Show 2018, says: “I’m absolutely delighted that I’ve won a Silver-gilt medal for The Myeloma UK Garden! I really hope that this garden, the story behind it and the platform of one of the world’s most prestigious flower shows helps raises awareness of myeloma and encourages people to support the charity and its research into finding a cure.

I want to say a huge thank you to our sponsors and also to our suppliers who really got on board with this project and helped us to fund it and bring it to life. And thanks of course goes to my planting designer Francesca Murrell as well as Peter King, Gemma Peace and everyone at Myeloma UK for supporting this project and allowing me to create such a big and bold garden for them!”

Peter King is raising money to move The Myeloma UK Garden to the Hospice of St Francis in Berkhamsted (the place where his wife died), after the RHS Chelsea Flower Show: https://mydonate.bt.com/fundraisers/peterking4garden-hospice

The Garden is sponsored by Bord na Móna Growise, Meyer Homes, The Christopher Laing Foundation and Mo Moody, in memory of her husband Mike Moody.

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Clocks Of Leeds

Flat One Pager project website showcasing ‘Clock of Leeds’. nice animations and beautiful clocks in this one.

Clocks of Leeds is a new creative project showcasing some of the most iconic landmarks in the city of Leeds, UK. Created by BML Creative, the website displays several beautiful local clocks in an illustrated style, with a little background information on each timepiece. The clocks are displayed using SVG so even on large screens the illustrations remain crisp and clear, and are loaded quickly.

Inspired by the buildings and monuments we pass each day, the project was a great excuse to shout about our city while trying out some new things with both the design and development. Each clock displays the current time, with plans to add more in the coming weeks and months. In the UK the clocks are rolled back by an hour in October, which seemed a great time to celebrate these local icons.

The project is followed up with a run of prints with proceeds going to St. Gemmas Hospice, a charity based in Yorkshire.

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Nexus Vehicle Rental raises more than £12,000 for charity

Leeds-based Nexus Vehicle Rental has raised more than £12,000 for St Gemma’s Hospice in its first year of fund-raising. from Latest Fleet News news https://www.fleetnews.co.uk/news/fleet-industry-news/2017/12/21/nexus-vehicle-rental-raises-more-than-12-000-for-charity

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Donated Wedding Dresses – Have you ever had a memories of your wedding dress? Whether it’s yours, or your own? Wedding dresses have many meanings and beautiful memories. So you must take care of your wedding dress with very wise and carefully. The wedding dress may only be placed in the closet, or you can hang it in your fitting room and wrapped it in a plastic clothes. But in this article, we will discuss about donated wedding dresses by a man abroad. This information we get through internet sources and we though with our knowledge.

Some time ago, a mysterious man donated wedding dresses for the charity. The dress is owned by his wife who is aged 56 years. The story doesn’t stop there. However, in balk wedding dress is stored a small letter from the owner who will certainly make anyone who read it to be sad and touched. St Gemma’s Hospice charity has admitted that there is a mysterious man who is willing to donate his antique wedding dress belonging to his wife on Monday. The man also didn’t give a name or address. He just left a bag containing her wife’s wedding dress on a bench. When they opened the bag and found a wedding dress, they read a letter that tucked into the wedding dress for a woman who would adopt or buy the dress.

Read also: Determining Your Proper Short Wedding Dresses with Sleeves

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The message are written on the small piece of the paper embedded with a pin makes the person reading it touched. The message reads, “I hope the lady who owns this dress is looking forward to having a wonderful life with the person she loves as I have lived with my wife for 56 years. Have a very happy years. I am a lucky man because I can have a beautiful and nice woman like my wife”. No name in it. Only the words “PTO” as an his initial name after that sentence. Currently, the officer of the charity is trying to finding the owner of the wedding gown. The officers immediately took a photos of the dress and share it on the social media to find the owner, as reported by Metro. “We want to find out who the man is, our goals is we want to see a picture of his wife who still uses the wedding dress.” Clear the chairman of the charity. Finally, this dress is currently sold on eBay by St. Gemma’s Hospice to raise funds. Despite having small flaws here and there, this wedding dress is in great shape.

Did after reading this article, would you like to donated wedding dresses?

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Rowcroft announced brand new family-friendly 5k will be bursting into Torbay Velopark this September

Rowcroft announced brand new family-friendly 5k will be bursting into Torbay Velopark this September

Rowcroft announced brand new family-friendly 5k will be bursting into Torbay Velopark this September (more…)

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eHospice: St Gemma’s Hospice CEO joins debate around assisted dying

eHospice: St Gemma’s Hospice CEO joins debate around assisted dying

Chief executive at St Gemma’s Hospice in Leeds, Kerry Jackson, joins the call for hospices to engage in the debate around assisted dying and ensure that the parliamentarians considering a change in the law understand the unique position of hospices in caring for those approaching the end of life.

Assisted suicide is a highly emotive topic. Each of us will have an individual perspective which will…