A Farewell to my Dad Winston

Rulettia Channer is organizing this fundraiser.

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Hi all

I’m running my first 10k at the Nottingham 10K Run For All on March 9th 2025 to help raise funds for my Dad’s funeral in Jamaica.

This has been very difficult for me to write for so many reasons but I know I wanted to give my Dad a descent send off.

On the 18th of December 2024, I got the heartbreaking news that my Dad, Winston had died. Considering I’d just seem him when I went back to Jamaica in the summer and he looked well, it was extremely unexpected.

My dad was born in Jamaica and lived his whole life in Jamaica. He was hard working, spiritual and a loving man who always wanted to help others. I loved him very much and I know he loved me very much too, as he would answer the phone with “Hi princess”, even at my big age of 40. He loved us so much that he would always find a way to call me and his granddaughter for our birthdays. Which wasn’t easy for him as he was always losing or breaking his phones.

We were reunited in the summer of 2009, by a wonderful woman who cared about my dad dearly.

At that time I hadn’t seen or spoken to my dad since I’d been sent to UK when I was 9 years old but I knew one day we’d find each other again, as I was a daddy’s girl.

They were able to find me on good old MySpace ( the music social media before Instagram.) When I received that first phone call after 15 years from my dad, his first words were “You were my birthday present.”( our birthday days are 3 days apart.) I knew from that day I never wanted to lose connection with my dad again.

If you’ve made it this for, thank you!

So, I’ll being be running my first 10k to help raise as much funds as possible to help with the cost of burying my dad and hopefully getting me there to say goodbye.

I’ve chosen to run because running has been my medicine these past few months. It has helped soothe my broken heart and strengthen my mental health. I thank God that I found running at the right time as I only began running during my trip to Jamaica, which unbeknownst to me would be the last time I’d hug my dad.

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