Vicki is dedicating a feather in memory of her husband, Steve — a devoted dad, soulmate and all-round superhero. Through her tribute, she’s honouring a man who lived life fully and loved deeply, and saying thank you to Rotherham Hospice for the care and support that held her family together when everything changed.
“He was amazing. The best husband, father, friend.”
Steve and I had known each other since we were teenagers. We were together for about 18 years, and in that time, we lived more than some people do in a lifetime. Camping trips with the kids, holidays abroad, running marathons and ultras together. It was always about making memories.
One of my favourites is when we went to watch him run his first marathon in Manchester. The boys and I were waiting at mile 17 — most people are struggling by then — and Steve came bouncing towards us with a huge smile, high-fiving us like he was just out for a jog. That was him all over. Competitive, strong, full of life.
Steve was fit and healthy. Two weeks before we found out he was ill, he’d run a 17-mile fell race in the Peaks. We thought he had a stomach ulcer. Then it turned out to be stomach cancer. And just like that, everything changed.
He was only 43.
At first, I didn’t know what a hospice could offer us. I thought hospices were for older people. But when one of the nurses from Rotherham Hospice came to see us at home, I realised how wrong I was. They were honest, kind, and calm. They guided us through everything. They were there, day and night, whenever we needed them.
When his pain medication wore off in the middle of the night and I didn’t know what to do, they were on the other end of the phone. That kind of support doesn’t just help the person who’s ill — it helps the whole family.
What made the biggest difference was the help they gave us in talking to our boys. At the time, they were 10 and 14. We didn’t know how to tell them their dad — their superhero — was going to die. The community team gave us gentle, age-appropriate ways to start that conversation. They gave us materials for the boys to look at and think about. They gave us space to breathe.
They helped me too. Whenever they visited, they made sure to speak to me on my own. There were things Steve didn’t want to say to me because he didn’t want to upset me. And there were things I couldn’t say to him because I didn’t want him to know I was scared. The hospice team became that safe space for both of us.
Afterwards, the support didn’t stop. Our youngest, Matty, went to Sunbeams, which helped him more than I can say. Just being around other children who had lost someone made him feel less alone.
Now, I’m dedicating a feather for Steve. For me, it’s a symbol. Some people say when you lose someone, you look for signs — a robin, a feather, something small that reminds you they’re near. After Steve passed away, I even had a feather tattooed for him. This feels like a natural step. Something solid. Something meaningful.
We’ve got so many happy memories at Wentworth Woodhouse — running together, bringing the kids to see Santa, the reindeers, going to WentFest with his family. So having Steve remembered there feels right. It’s a place we can return to. Somewhere I can bring the kids to remember their dad.
And we won’t just have a feather for Steve. My stepmum, my stepdad, my father-in-law — we’ve lost a lot in the last few years. The idea of having feathers for each of them, placed together in the same place, brings comfort. It’s a personal thing, but also a collective one. A quiet space to feel together.
After we lost Steve, I couldn’t carry on teaching. It just wasn’t feasible with the boys and everything going on. Around the same time, a role came up at the hospice in the fundraising team. It sounds a bit corny, but it felt like it was meant to be.
Now, to be part of the team helping others, speaking to people who’ve gone through it too, feels like where I’m meant to be. I can offer real empathy. And people know it’s coming from an honest place.
What would I say to someone thinking of dedicating a feather? Do it. It’s personal. It’s yours. You can come in your own time, bring your family, sit with it, or just know it’s there.
For me, it’s meaningful. And for our family, it’s everything.
Dedicate a feather in our meadow of memories for your loved one
This summer, we invite you to dedicate a feather in memory of someone you love. As part of our Feather Appeal, hundreds of beautiful steel feathers will come together in the gardens of Wentworth Woodhouse, creating a powerful and peaceful tribute — a Meadow of Memories.
Each feather tells a story. Each one holds a wish. By dedicating a feather, you’ll honour their memory in a truly meaningful way, while helping Rotherham Hospice continue to add more life to every day for patients and families in our care.



