I'm running the Brighton Marathon for Laurence Wilson-Bradshaw. Laurence was first diagnosed with bowel cancer early in 2019 and passed away at the end of June last year, aged 31.

During those three years, Laurence remained strong, brave and characteristically silly despite the extreme ups and downs that came after that initial diagnosis. He made being part of his support team as easy as he could, shielding us wherever possible and reminding us to "TALK ABOUT POO!"

Writing this feels a bit like when I sat down to write my Groomsmaid of Honour speech for Laurence's wedding to Kit and when I wrote (with my other bestie Hannah) some words for his funeral - don't worry there is very little repetition for those who were at both! There are too many things to say so I will just say for those who did not know him, or did not know him well, I wish you had. My life is different without him - worse without him. He was a core part of everything I did from the age of 6 and I couldn't have been luckier to have the surname Young while he was Wilson (so the "punishment" of sitting in alphabetical order always worked out pretty well for us for the next 12 years)!! He was then stuck with me for the next 15 years of his life making it a solid 27 years together but this was still nowhere near enough time.