<p><strong>72 HOURS OF PLAYING TENNIS- No stops, all out!</strong></p> <p><strong>David Johnson (grandad, pamp)- husband, father of 3 </strong><strong>O<span style="color: #000000;">e</span><span style="color: #000000;">sophagus Cancer 26/10/41-14/02/2003</span></strong></p> <p><span style="color: #008000;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">I lost my grandad to cancer. He taught me how to ride a bike, use roller skates, play football, cricket, and so on. I was 12 when I heard he had months to live. He carried on helping me prepare for my cricket county trials despite being as ill as he was. He died and never got the chance to found out if I made the trials. </span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #008000;"><strong><span style="color: #0000ff;">He tried to hide his suffering because he didn't want to see us hurt. To his last days he remained the strong heroic figure that brought me up. No one deserves to suffer. Cancer projects are now working to prevent! My grandad was a good man and I know he would have been proud of me if he could see the person I have become today.</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #008000;"><strong> </strong></span></p>