Yesterday I had the privilege and honor to play in a memorial golf tournament for a wonderful man who recently lost his battle with cancer. It was a beautiful way to celebrate his life and honor his memory.
Pete was kind, funny, warm and respectful, a terrificly proud father, and had an incredible passion for golf. He passed that passion onto his son, who put the tournament together. It was held at the same golf course where he taught his son to play. That son became a successful golf professional (for privacy purposes I’ll not name him) with a loving family of his own and was the most gracious host. He teed off in the last group which allowed him to welcome and thank all 18 foursomes who came out for the event. He bravely held it together throughout that process and naturally his emotions got to him out on the course. I’m sure Pete is as proud of him as ever.
Propped up on the first tee was Pete’s golf bag. Next to that were his golf shoes and two tall Budweisers along with a touching collage of photographs. Ever try teeing off with tears in your eyes?
Pete, you are missed.
There’s a great abundance of coconuts
And there’s even more ifs ‘n’ ands ‘n’ buts
Lots of coconuts, ifs ‘n’ ands ‘n’ buts
But there’s only one of you.