
The snow is starting to melt and I can see the grass showing on the many beautiful golf courses in the area! They will soon be filled with golf carts and happy golfers who have waited all winter for this! My dad used to be one of them….and even though he has been gone for five years, I still feel an emptiness in my heart when I pass a golf course. It was a big part of his life. This emptiness is part of a grief that never really goes away when you lose a parent. When Dad grew old and frail , he still tried a little golf on a little putting green on the lawn of his Retirement Home. He would balance himself between the walker and myself, and put the golf ball right into the hole , followed by a smile of satisfaction. Even when dementia became more severe, he could be entertained by looking through a picture book with famous golf courses around the world. This is now a sweet, though poignant memory of our last years together, and a reminder that even in old age, all is not lost. There are always opportunities to spend quality time together. I am grateful for that time we had ! 🏌️♂️💜🏌️♀️