Losing a twin is a feeling I don’t think I will ever get my head around. Losing the other half of you, your best friend. I believe in twin telepathy. I’ve felt incomplete for 20 years. Every year I feel selfish celebrating my birthday. A day I should share with her. Prom, starting college, boyfriends, breakups, stealing clothes, sharing rooms.

Ella Florence Laine, my beautiful dark haired, porcelain skinned twin sister was cruelly taken from us in 2000 at just 3 years old to Meningitis. To celebrate our 21st birthday last year, instead of gifts I asked for donations to MRF and amazingly raised £4000. Which helps this amazing charity to directly fund, seek grant funding for, and support high-quality research to help defeat meningitis. The disease affects 5 million people globally every year and in 2017 nearly 290,000 people died from meningitis.

So... I’m setting this page up as, along with my mum - Sarah, Dad - Kristian, Aunty - Karen and older sister Bethany, we have (crazily) signed up to trek the High Atlas Mountains - Morocco for 6 days in October 2020. God help us. We have a goal of £1600 each and we would all be so immensely grateful for any donation whatever size. 

Something I don’t often think about, but crushes me when I do, is what my parents went through. On that day, and every day since. My worst nightmare is losing a child, let alone a life that had just started. Although my memories of Ella are of few, I genuinely believe she is with my family and I. This trek is for her💜

Thank you x