My Dad
Sorry about the delay in posts, folks. I had a tough week.
Monday morning my father had a heart attack and passed on, he was 64. He's the person who gets full credit (or blame I suppose) for my love of golf. When I was 8 or so he cut down my Mom's old set for me -- man was she pissed haha. He was also the person who suggested I try poker a few years ago. He always loved golf, hockey, was sharp with cards and generally was a fun guy for all of the time I knew him.
My Dad was also an avid reader of this blog, and thus, sadly, my circulation went down by one important reader this week.
I'm lucky to have known him, privileged to have been his son.
Peace.
Monday morning my father had a heart attack and passed on, he was 64. He's the person who gets full credit (or blame I suppose) for my love of golf. When I was 8 or so he cut down my Mom's old set for me -- man was she pissed haha. He was also the person who suggested I try poker a few years ago. He always loved golf, hockey, was sharp with cards and generally was a fun guy for all of the time I knew him.
My Dad was also an avid reader of this blog, and thus, sadly, my circulation went down by one important reader this week.
I'm lucky to have known him, privileged to have been his son.
Peace.
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