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It’s high time to start writing about golfing around here…

Friends, my daughter wants to learn how to chase a little white ball around a golf course, and I’m going to teach her starting the day she moves back home from college. It’s time to pick the clubs up again…

A little backstory, first. My dad passed away in 2014 – eight years ago, January. We used to go golfing every Friday since he moved back to Michigan from Georgia where he would have more family to look after him after starting to decline from Alzheimer’s and wet brain. A double-whammy of cognitive decline. Our last day golfing together was in 2012, just a year after I started Fit Recovery, and just after my dad started teeing up and hitting the ball at me. He almost got me the first time, too, because I wasn’t paying attention. The first time I thought it was a fluke. I caught on for the second and started helping him aim his drives. Then we went from being able to ride 18-holes to 12, down to nine, then six… and that was the end. I continued golfing, but attended an outing up at Treetops for a supply yard I’d done a lot of business with just a few months after dad passed.

I couldn’t help but think golf would never be the same without my dear old dad. I decided after that weekend to put my clubs up after playing “Threetops”, his favorite and the world’s ultimate par three course. It broke my heart, thinking about how much I wished I could have played that course with my dad.

And that’s where golf stayed with me until my daughter asked me to teach her how to play at the end of last season. At first, I balked. I thought I wouldn’t be able to make a comeback. I took the clubs out once to the driving range last year and hit the ball well. I was short, of course, not having swung in years, but I was straight with a nice draw. I put my clubs away again and didn’t touch them.

Recently, I started thinking it’s time to get back in the game. First, if I don’t, I’ll be depriving my daughter of a connection a lot like the one I had with my dad that I still cherish. That just won’t do. Second, see the first. So I signed up for a supplier outing at the end of June.

To celebrate turning over a new leaf, I’ve decided to take my dads club in to have them fitted to me. I’ll get stronger steel shafts, add an inch and a half and have the loft and lie adjusted to fit my swing. I was needing a new set anyway.