There is a version of life I thought I would still be living.

Working.
Seeing people.
Functioning.

That version did not happen.

Grief changed everything.

And then trauma added to it.

I am not working.

I am still largely housebound.

Things that used to feel normal now take effort.

Seven years on.

And yet something else exists alongside that.

The Mark Hewitson Foundation.

It was never about creating something big.

It was about doing something meaningful.

In Mark’s name.

The Foundation provides immediate support when people need it most.

Food.
Energy.
Essentials.

But behind that is work people do not see.

Trustees.
Conversations.
Decisions.

They do this quietly.

Because they care.

And what comes from that is real support.

At the right time.

For people who need it.

Honouring one life.

By helping many.