I've reccently lost my Dad to Bowel Cancer. I'm 29 and my Dad was 63. Never ever did I expect this. My horrendous rollercoaster with my Dad was 2 months from knowing of a problem-diagnosis to him dying. He really is (can't get used to saying was yet) the most talented, amazing and kind Cornish man around and I feel proud to have called him my Dad. I'm now learning to live without him and deal with grief on a daily basis.
