Yesterday your dad and I were watching the last hole of the US
Open being played at Congressional Country Club in Washington, DC. Your dad had
been watching it all afternoon and had made us a drink and gone outside. The
leader, Rory McIlroy, was ahead of his nearest competitor by eight strokes and
your dad had lost interest. For some reason I wanted to see the finish. I
called to your dad to come out to the den and watch with me. He said we know he
is going to win. I said, “Yeah I know but let’s see it to the end”
Your Dad joined me and as Rory McIlroy played the 18th
hole the TV commentators started focusing on his Dad, as-it was Father’s Day. As
Rory McIlroy sunk his final putt, he turned and found his Dad and said Happy
Father’s Day as they embraced. Both your father and I started crying.
We miss
you so.
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