I’m Eva, I’m 11, and I lost my Daddy

My daddy, Albert, died on 23 June 2025.

He had pancreatic cancer and tried so hard to get better, but he didn’t make it. I miss him every day. He was the kindest daddy, and he was my best friend.

Now it’s just me and my mummy. We can’t stay in our home much longer, and everything feels different now. My mummy is doing her very best to look after us, but I can see how tired and worried she is.

I’m anxious and sad, and I just want to feel happy again, like I used to be so long ago.

We need kindness and a bit of support while we try to get through this very hard time - food, essentials, new home, starting a new school in September.

If you can help us, even a little, it would mean the world to us.

Thank you for reading this and for caring.

— Eva