T wirlingaround in her strapless white gown, my daughter D’Koda, then 24, was the most perfect bride I’d ever seen.
‘You look beautiful,’ I said.
My girl and I had always been close. By the time she was an adult, we were best friends, living about 45 minutes apart.
When she introduced me to her partner Ryan, then 20, in June 2018, I knew he’d make D’Koda happy. I was thrilled when they got engaged two years later.
But life dealt us some huge blows. D’Koda’s dad, my ex Adam, had died after a long battle with leukaemia in June 2019, at
