‘Daddy my daddy”. My daddy was in the Christie our Manchester centre of excellence for cancer, I was almost 9, sisters younger. We wept every Sunday at the bbc Series, raikway children or little women. We sobbed at ‘daddy my daddy’ - we didn’t know how serious it was. We only knew how we missed him
Good Morning WEdnesday22nd July 2026
Support and friendship for those whose lives have been affected by estrangement.



