In April I'm going to be running the London Marathon. Am I crazy? Probably. But life throws some crazy things at us.

On a normal Tuesday in September last year, my dad died from a heart attack caused by asymptomatic Ischemic heart disease, something he was completely unaware of.

If you were asked to describe somebody who ran marathons for fun, my dad would be the ultimate description. He was the epitome of health. Yet on his way home from work he became really unwell.

He held on to get to us, walked through the door, fell to the floor, asked for an ambulance and a defibrillator, had a heart attack and died.

And just like that, at 63, he was gone.

My dad saved and changed so many peoples lives in his 63 years. So now it's my turn to take that forward.

Watching it all unfold and being told there is nothing else the medical teams can do while they work on him, is something I wish nobody ever has to witness.

Grief doesn't make sense until it's yours. And even then, it still doesn’t make any sense. But when you experience a profound loss you become super human. And being brave is no longer a choice.

So on behalf of my dad, Dave, I will be running the 26.2 miles to ensure we save as many other lives as we possibly can through more research, screenings and awareness.

Your help, whether you are able to donate, share or support me along the way will be hugely appreciated. Thank you so much, Phoebe & Dave.