I never knew this ‘til today:
Every time he comes to town, my younger brother Danny visits our father’s grave and puts a golf ball on the stone monument.
It’s never still there when he comes the next time. I don’t think he minds. He always has another ball to leave.
Dad’s golf nickname was “Arm and Hammer” because he could really hit ‘em high, wide and handsome. Wouldn’t always land in the right fairway, but he had a heck of a lot of length and did very well in competitions. We were all proud of his golf exploits. All four of his “kids” still play golf and think of him.
I’ll bet Dad gets a big kick out of that quiet little tradition that Danny has carried on for the nearly 30 years since he passed away. It’s a spiritual birdie or maybe a hole in one: honoring your dad’s favorite activity by sharing it with him in life, and yearning to play it again with him someday, maybe from the celestial tees. †
Honour thy father and thy mother:
that thy days may be long upon the land
which the Lord thy God giveth thee.
— Exodus 20:12
By Susan Darst Williams • 5/24/2020 • www.RadiantBeams.org • © 2020