Dad finally died after years of fighting dementia. It was hard to
describe in any
other way than a merciful death. It had been years since he knew me
apart from
my other brothers, and only slightly shorter that he didn't know who
Mom was.
He left a large family behind and when we gathered, the stories
started. Irish
Catholics love to tell stories and there were 87 years of them to
tell. But what
struck me again was how many of them involved golf to one extent or
another.
A special trip he took one son on to a USGA Open. A grandson that
remembers
his "Papa Paul" treating him very well while playing golf very badly.
Golf was
taught to me by my father (badly admittedly). Golf outings were the
basis of
many of the stories, even if the ultimate point had nothing to do with
golf.
Once again for me it brings home the vital element of golf that
continues to
attract me again and again. A simple yet complicated game, that all
can
play together, over the years, with a set of traditions that are
admirable.
Patience and practice. Courtesy and honors. Take it one stroke at a
time.
Pass on what you receive, leave the course as good or better than you
found it.
These ultimately bring us a lifetime of memories and bind the casual
acquaintance
and the closest of family.
Bye Dad. Thanks for all the gifts, and amongst them, golf.
> Bye Dad. Thanks for all the gifts, and amongst them, golf.
Amen Kev, I lost my father just a few years after he taught me the game. At
that point in his life he no longer was able to play, so I envy all who have
been able to play a round with their Dad
--
bill-o
>Amen Kev, I lost my father just a few years after he taught me the game. At
>that point in his life he no longer was able to play, so I envy all who have
>been able to play a round with their Dad
Me too. At least I can play with generations younger than I am.
--
"In no part of the constitution is more wisdom to be found,
than in the clause which confides the question of war or peace
to the legislature, and not to the executive department."
- James Madison
A very touching goodbye, Kev. You'll spend plenty of time with your
Dad next year on the course.
Rock
>It seems like everytime someone dies, it comes back to golf for me.
>
>Dad finally died after years of fighting dementia. It was hard to
>describe in any other way than a merciful death.
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>Bye Dad. Thanks for all the gifts, and amongst them, golf.
What a great remembrance. I wish that had been a memory for me, but
my Dad didn't play the game.
Thanks for sharing.
Bobby
I doubt that you play the game. When do you have time? You're posting
off-topic 24/7.
POST ON-TOPIC OR DON'T POST AT ALL.
You've now become the most idiotic of them all. Did you happen to see
the subject line? You have serious mental problems
.
BK
Rock nailed it. Keep the good memories with you, Kev.
dug
Guys,
please take it out of this thread.
Rock
"Kev" <zippl...@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:247f8ce5-2bfd-4e63...@v25g2000yqk.googlegroups.com...
Nice write-up. I was fortunate to have played golf when I was young and then
again much older (the last few years of my Dad's life). My fondest memories
of my father are these rounds of golf and overnight float trips on Jack's
Fork and Current River.
dave