Rio Ferdinand’s Wife Died of Cancer

The footballer’s wife,  Rebecca Ellison, mother to his three children, “passed away peacefully” on Friday night.


According to reports,  Rio Ferdinand  confirmed his wife, Rebecca Ellison, has died from cancer.
The footballer, a defender for Queen’s Park Rangers, said his “wonderful wife” passed away peacefully at the Royal Marsden Hospital in London after a short illness.

In a statement, he added: “My soulmate slipped away last night. She was a fantastic, loving mother to our three beautiful children.

“She will be missed as a wife, sister, aunt, daughter and granddaughter. She will live on in our memory, as a guide and inspiration.

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