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We are running the London Marathon raising money to assist BowelCancer UK with their fight to eradicate bowel cancer. I can't sum up the loss this disease has caused better than the below. (Ian read this at his mum's funeral).

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My mum is genuinely the only person on this planet who found my jokes funny. Like genuinely funny. I am going to miss her laugh most.

Growing up, well as much as I have, which let me assure you isn’t very much, was a joyful experience. My mum and dad are the best, most supportive parents anyone could ask for. I am definitely most like my mum out of the 2 of them personality wise, which, considering my dads often grumpy outlook, I am rather grateful for. However I do have his dashing good looks and modesty so it’s the blend I’d have gone for! (See, she’d have laughed at that!)

My mum grew up in Enfield with her mum and dad; Mary & Keith. From what I know it was a very loving home. If I could pick any father/daughter relationship that I’ve ever witnessed to be like with my own daughter it would be that of Granpa and mum. She’d go to him for advice on absolutely everything, trust him implicitly. . . . . . and then go and do exactly what she wanted anyway!

A big part of her childhood was spent with Auntie Marg, Uncle Ivor and their 4 children Roger, Sally, Lizzy and Andy they were all very close but mum and Sally are like sisters hence the fact I know that Sal, Nick, Tom and Jack are going to miss her as much as anyone.

My mum married my dad in 1973 - they’re a great combination. An unbreakable couple. Two halves to make a whole. Sue & Ken, Suzy & Kenneth, Mum and Dad. They have been the centre of 3 universes for over 30 years. The central core of an amazing family and the solid foundation of a near perfect upbringing. Despite appearances though my dad is the soft one – so give him a hug whenever you get the chance. Mum would like that.

Since Steve, Gill and I moved out, had partners and had children she has been the fun granny you’d always have guessed she would be. I know 5 kids that will deeply miss their dear Gran very very much. Especially trying on her wig! :o) Although she’d be appalled if that’s all they remembered which, mum, I can assure you they won’t. They’ll remember the smiles, the hugs, the kisses, the days out, the holidays and you stomping round the kitchen making sure everyone was fed. The boys will also remember the plentiful supply of footballs and Eliza will remember the chocolate cake!

My stomach feels like it has been ripped out. It’s a hollow, empty feeling but sickness rises up inside you at the same time. A piece of me has died and my heart is chipped but the strong part instilled in me from my mum will overcome it; we’ll come back stronger and memories never die, feelings don’t leave and the little things I see every day that trigger that sensation that you are still with me will make me smile about you every single time it happens.

I’m not a religious person and I don’t know if there’s a heaven. I hope there is, but if there isn’t my mum will live forever. Through dad, me, Steve, Gilly, her grandchildren, their children (when the time comes) and all of you wonderful people she touched in her own indomitable way.

My mum is the reason I am the person I am. She’s the reason I’m cheery nearly all the time. She’s the reason I rebel against authority. She’s the reason I don’t care what other people think about me. She’s the reason we don’t back down. She’s the reason I’m so determined. She’s the reason we don’t quit. She’s the reason I fight so hard for the people I love. She’s the reason I am me.

Sue Pheasant: daughter, wife, mum, granny, sister, friend, was the most caring, funny, beautiful, authentic, truthful, unique person you could ever wish to come into contact with. To be honest we could all do with being a ‘bit more Suzy’ it would make the world a better place.

I love you mum.