I didn’t choose this path, it chose me, the day I found myself on a road, surrounded by ambulances, policeman and a lifeless body, that body belonged to my dad.
That day, the 15th of October 2024, engraved in my mind for as long as I’ll live, was the day a 19 year old girl lost her father.
It’s a weird feeling, the moment your life changes forever. The brutalness of it all. The moment you realise your life can never go back to the way it was.
One cycling accident left him fighting for his life, and only 3 years later, another took him for good. Losing him broke something in me, it crushed a part of my soul I’m not sure will ever return but it also lit a fire I couldn’t quite put out.
So, I built silent spokes, because grief has a voice, and it deserves to be heard. This is not about polished campaigns or empty statistics. It’s about faces, families, and the silence that follows when someone’s life is cut short. My dad didn’t die, he was killed and that’s the difference.
My hope is that by sharing my story, and holding space for yours, we can turn pain into purpose and silence into change. If it were your dad, you’d build something too.