My dad, Paul Tosolini, died on my wedding day.
He'd been living with MND for seven years. Against the odds, he held out for the day I married Elizabeth.
He made sure he saw everything, our vows, the speeches, our first dance. He sat there, watching proudly, my Mum by his side.
It was only as they were leaving the wedding that his body finally gave way.
That's why I'm an MND researcher. First and foremost, I do this for Dad. I couldn't do anything to stop him from dying from MND, but I can try and free my son's generation from this disease. Will you help?
