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Rob Burrow Made A Video Messages That Will Be Viewed By Kids As They Get Older

Rob Burrow, rugby legend and MND activist, recorded heartfelt video messages for his children to view in the future. Burrow, who died on June 2 at 41, urged people in a public video to never waste a moment of life. His wife, Lindsey, revealed he left private birthday and milestone messages for their kids, Macy, Maya, and Jackson, though it’s still too emotional to revisit them.

Burrow’s legacy as the face of MND includes over £15 million raised for MND charities alongside teammate Kevin Sinfield. Honored as a CBE in 2024, Burrow’s contributions continue with the Leeds Rhinos hosting a sold-out tribute match. Proceeds from special jerseys will fund the Rob Burrow Center for MND.

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