When I was about 30 years old I came home from work one day and found a golf bag full of clubs leaning against my front door. There was a note from my Dad saying that he just got new clubs and these were his old set. Before then I had only played a handful of times. That’s when I began taking the sport seriously. During the next 16 years I was fortunate to be able to play countless rounds with the old man before lung cancer got him (boy do I hate cigarettes). My Dad was cremated and wanted me to sprinkle his ashes at various places I know he would have enjoyed. I keep some of his ashes in my golf bag and have spread his ashes at several of his favorite courses, as well several others I know he would have loved to play. Arnold Palmer was his favorite professional golfer, so naturally I spread some of his ashes at The Palmer course in the Villages. Later that day, I learned that Arnold passed away that very same day. Hopefully he went up to heaven to join my old man for an afterlife round of golf?
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