About 10 years ago I use to be a person who swore that I would never play the game of golf. But with oppurtunities to go on free golf outings with my dad and the chance to golf with grandpa turned me in the direction of giving it a try. Of course I loved the game and quickly found myself golfing on a semi regular basis with dad, Todd, and grandpa on the weekends.

I found myself wishing that I had starting playing sooner so I could have gotten more time playing with grandpa. But in the time that I did play with him a lot of good times came out of it. Todd and I would always laugh about who would have to carry grandpa’s bag to and from the car. He had more clubs and golf balls in his bag then the rest of us combined. But that wouldn’t stop grandpa from wandering off into the bushes and trees to find more golfballs that needed a home.

As grandpa neared his end of being able play golf he depended on us to help find his ball after just about every shot. Of course I had no issues with this because I knew my chances of golfing with him were coming to an end and I wanted to do whatever I could to extend his time.

The 11th hole at our favorite golf course (which the name escapes me) is where uncle Bill’s ashes were spread. On this particular hole I had many of my drives go relatively straight down the fairway that upon looking for my ball I could not find. No the first couple of times this happened I didn’t think much of it but as it became almost a given that I would lose my tee shot, I started telling grandpa that I think uncle Bill is toying with me.

That golf course and that particular hole will always be a special place for me and any chance I get to come back to Michigan and play there I think I will in grandpa and uncle Bill’s honor.

Thanks for the memories Grandpa