Dedicated to the memory of Fay Mitchell
Fay's story
Fay was born in Bridgwater, Somerset, in 1971 and had two hugely enjoyable and successful years modelling in this country and abroad, after reaching the finals of the BBC Clothes Show in 1989. She then went to Manchester University to study English and American literature. She died shortly before her finals in 1994 as the result of a train accident, but was awarded a posthumous degree on the basis of the results she had achieved. Fay will always be remembered with love and joy by her family and many, many friends. Their hope is that this lasting tribute will continue the good she did during her tragically short life.
She was not only beautiful and intelligent; she lit up the world, for all who came to know her, with her personality and kindness. She was also concerned about human suffering and gave generously of her time while at University to raise awareness and money for the Terrence Higgins Trust.
Her family and friends decided to establish a Trust that would commemorate her determination to use her talents to contribute to society. For twenty years this fund has contributed many hundreds of pounds to charities that support children and young people in need.
The charity's trustees now feel that the time has come to use this money in a different way. As Fay's mother had contracted Parkinson's Disease in 2011, the family felt that Fay would welcome the money being used to support research that will halt and reverse the disease, eventually finding a cure.
Fay's family has therefore placed the entire sum of money with Parkinson's UK, and hopes it will prove of great value over the years to those needing help. Donations in memory of Fay are always welcome.
Tony, Hazel and Duncan Mitchell, and Clare Donald
Fay was born in Bridgwater, Somerset, in 1971 and had two hugely enjoyable and successful years modelling in this country and abroad, after reaching the finals of the BBC Clothes Show in 1989. She then went to Manchester University to study English and American literature. She died shortly before her finals in 1994 as the result of a train accident, but was awarded a posthumous degree on the basis of the results she had achieved. Fay will always be remembered with love and joy by her family and many, many friends. Their hope is that this lasting tribute will continue the good she did during her tragically short life.
She was not only beautiful and intelligent; she lit up the world, for all who came to know her, with her personality and kindness. She was also concerned about human suffering and gave generously of her time while at University to raise awareness and money for the Terrence Higgins Trust.
Her family and friends decided to establish a Trust that would commemorate her determination to use her talents to contribute to society. For twenty years this fund has contributed many hundreds of pounds to charities that support children and young people in need.
The charity's trustees now feel that the time has come to use this money in a different way. As Fay's mother had contracted Parkinson's Disease in 2011, the family felt that Fay would welcome the money being used to support research that will halt and reverse the disease, eventually finding a cure.
Fay's family has therefore placed the entire sum of money with Parkinson's UK, and hopes it will prove of great value over the years to those needing help. Donations in memory of Fay are always welcome.
Tony, Hazel and Duncan Mitchell, and Clare Donald
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Sent by Parkinson's UK on 27/08/2016
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland