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Last year heard a friend of mine in the US was struggling with cancer. He had it for some time before he broke the news to us. So I took a few days off, chucked my kit into the plane an went off and played a couple of rounds with him in Jersey. I was meeting him after about 10 years and golf gave us a common ground to meet. We only played about 18 holes.
During the first game he was increasingly getting frustrated that he could no longer drive as far as he could. All the chemo had taken a toll on his spine. But it was his first game in the whole year so we soldiered on. Great fresh air, good banter and the scores did not count. Second game was cut short as he could not continue after 9 holes so we drove back. It was a good few days that will remain with me for a long time.
Since I got back, we have been on whatzapp and I tell him about my weekend scores. I promised him a game at St Andrews if he made it to this side of the pond. But cancer is evil and it took its toll. He manged to get out to the range once this year.
Last Saturday, he messaged me that the Drs had given up and sent him home. In the wee hours of this morning, he lost the battle. He was a good friend and may his soul rest in peace. I know that the avg handicap in heaven just went up and I wished I could have played at St A with him. Life is indeed too short and fickle.
During the first game he was increasingly getting frustrated that he could no longer drive as far as he could. All the chemo had taken a toll on his spine. But it was his first game in the whole year so we soldiered on. Great fresh air, good banter and the scores did not count. Second game was cut short as he could not continue after 9 holes so we drove back. It was a good few days that will remain with me for a long time.
Since I got back, we have been on whatzapp and I tell him about my weekend scores. I promised him a game at St Andrews if he made it to this side of the pond. But cancer is evil and it took its toll. He manged to get out to the range once this year.
Last Saturday, he messaged me that the Drs had given up and sent him home. In the wee hours of this morning, he lost the battle. He was a good friend and may his soul rest in peace. I know that the avg handicap in heaven just went up and I wished I could have played at St A with him. Life is indeed too short and fickle.