Our Community Ambassadors play a vital role in representing the Road Victims Trust at local events and functions, speaking about our work and the importance of the funds our supporters raise.
My involvement with the Road Victims Trust came as the result of the sudden death of my younger brother, Archie, in December 2012. At the time, we were both students at The University of Warwick; I was in my second year and Archie had just started. In the immediate aftermath, the Trust provided my family with unwavering and invaluable support at a time when it seemed to all involved that the inexorable sense of despair would take hold. As a result of this, I feel very much indebted to the Trust. In order to repay their kindness to my family, James Rawstorne and I decided to organise a gruelling cycle in order to raise funds. In August 2014, we cycled 150 miles from Whitehaven to Sunderland, raising £25,000.
I have now graduated from Warwick, and am in full-time employment. Mark and I have recently been in talks about my undertaking of an ambassadorial role with the Trust, a position which I am delighted to accept. My objective is to extend the reach of the charity through social media platforms, with a particular focus on drawing in a younger demographic. By increasing public awareness and the profile of the Trust, I aim to increase financial and practical support for this
more-than-worthy cause. Read more.....
The Chapman Family
It all started on that fateful day, 27th December 2009. We got a call saying our son had been involved in an accident. We were taken to the hospital by the police to discover that he had been killed in a road traffic accident. Our nightmare then began.
We actually discovered The Road Victims Trust by accident, as after reading some of the literature received from the police, it advised us to go to a solicitors. Ray went to local solicitors in Baldock and the lady he spoke with there asked if we had been in contact with RVT. Up until this point we had never heard of them - and so our RVT journey began.
It is easier to talk to a stranger because you know talking to family and friends will upset them. Without the charity I think I would be a mess. The counselling takes the burden away because you can talk and it is in total confidence. When we got the dates for the inquest, the counsellor took us over to the coroner’s court just so we knew what to expect.
We had continual visits for about 2 years during which time we could actually talk about our son without bursting into tears. We all then came to a mutual agreement that we were now able to carry on with day to day life, but were also told that we could contact RVT if we felt that we were not coping.
Without the valuable support of RVT we do not know where we would be now. Read more.....
The Huckle Family
Wednesday 16 July 2014 began as any other day for the Huckle family. Alan, Denise and their two daughters, Tanya and Kayleigh, each left for work in the morning as usual with their customary goodbyes. That was the last time they’d all be together as a family. Later that day, Alan was killed in a road traffic accident. Tanya, their elder daughter, explains what happened.
At around 7.30pm, my mobile rang and I was really confused when it was the police. At first, I thought someone might have stolen my car, but when the policeman said, ‘You need to come home, your mum needs you,’ I began to worry. I immediately thought of Dad as he’d gone out on his bike but the policeman wouldn’t elaborate. My heart was hammering when he asked me if I was with people and could I get home safely. The 40-minute drive home was the longest journey ever and I’m so grateful to my friends who drove me and kept me company. I kept thinking Dad might have been involved in an accident and my friends were trying to keep me calm, saying all the right things to reassure me. When we pulled up, people were standing outside and told me Mum was at a neighbour’s house, which struck me as very odd. My partner, Chris, his parents and sister were there and some of my cousins – I knew then that it was really serious. When I walked into our neighbour’s house, I knew instantly that my dad had died. The police were there and paramedics were with my mum – she had got herself into such a state of anxiety that they were monitoring her. I broke down, and apart from having to tell Kayleigh what had happened when she arrived a little later, the rest of that day is a total blank. Read more.....
Kate has been an Ambassador of the Road Victims Trust since September 2017. She has received the support of the Trust since August 2016 when the 2 vehicles in which her children were travelling were involved in a collision with an HGV. Her 11 year old daughter, Aimee, was killed instantly along with her friends Josh, Ethan and their mother Tracy.
Speaking about the support received from the Trust, Kate says, “Frankly, I do not see how it could have been possible without the strength of support around us holding our hands every step of the way. In memory of Aimee and to continue to protect my son Jake’s future, I will strive to do anything I can to reduce that growing risk on our roads and work towards ensuring the RVT are fully supported as a charity so they may continue providing strength and support to us when we need it.” Read more.....
To be asked to be part of the RVT is an honour. To support the charity so they can go on supporting other families at the worst time of their life, to bring awareness of the dangers on the road in memory of our daughter Lauren.
Thursday 10th November 2016 started like any other Thursday. Lauren's 3 younger brothers went off to school. Lauren and I went off to our morning yoga class before Lauren's shift at Center Parcs spa. Lauren had just been promoted so that evening would be her first late shift as a senior therapist and we could not have been prouder of her. Then that evening our world was torn apart. As we sat on the sofa I remember my husband Robert saying Lauren should be home soon. As the time got closer to 11:00pm we knew something was wrong. I rang Lauren’s mobile but it was off. Immediately we became concerned. Robert drove off to look for Lauren on her route home. I remember pacing up and down the living room knowing something was wrong. Then about 45 minutes later Robert called to say Lauren had been in an accident and to wait there as he was coming home. My whole body filling with fear thinking Lauren was on her way to the hospital and Robert was coming to get me. A police car pulled up as Robert stepped out his face white with pain and tears running down his face he took my hands saying Lauren was dead. At this time emotionally paralysed our life stopped. Read more.....