Today could be interesting. My boss has been kind enough to invite me golfing.

Golf is a wonderful sport. I love the game. I just am really really bad at it. There has only been a short period of time when I was ok at it, and that was 40 years ago. But golf is a sport with a ton of personal history attached to it, and for me, that is part of the draw today.

My dad played most saturdays, my mom spent hours walking the course when my brother and I were too young to be out alone, and my brother and I would play several rounds a year together. It's not that we were great at it although my brother could hit the ball an amazingly long way and had a great putting touch.

In the past the game was a common point, something shared between us. Now it's a sort of memorial to my family. Maybe it's more accurate to say, it's a way to feel those people again.
Not a day goes by that I don't miss them, but when I golf, even when I'm not thinking about them it's like I am bonding with them again.

And I am the last golfer left. My sister in the s.w. has health issues that prevent her from ever playing again, my other sister never took the game up. The ghosts that I carry out there don't weight anything at all but are a very friendly and comforting set of partners.