Most guys my age write about their Dad in the past tense. I am one of the lucky ones. My Dad is not only still around, but is healthy as a 30 year old, can whip my ass in Golf, and can beat most teenagers at the latest computer game. You will never meet anyone funnier or with as much wit. Read his blog, and you will know within two words where he stands politically. Old age has certainly not hindered his ability to write and express his thoughts with such reason, candour and humour.
Most guys my age write with regret that they didn’t get the chance to say “such n such” to their Dad or do “this or that” with him, and how they wished they could go back in time to say and do such things with their Dad.
Yes. I am indeed a lucky guy.
A Pint With Dad
Last year, we planned a trip to Ireland to play some golf together. We had actually talked about going to Ireland together a few years before, but plans were always diverted because of various reasons. This summer, we made it happen. Mom came along as well. The trip became much more than just a few rounds of golf. It was the trip that all those guys I wrote about (above) dreamed of going back in time to do. Ours was in real time.
Both Dad and I went through radiation treatment at nearly the same time to battle our own form of Cancer. We both emerged free and clear of the most dreaded of diseases. Cancer taught us both the fragility of life and how quickly it can all come to an end. We are survivors, and will share that bond that only Cancer survivors truly understand.
When we arrived in Dublin on the 2nd of July, the first thing we set out to do was to find a great pub to share a pint of Guinness together. We settled on Toner’s Pub.
The best Pint of Beer EVER. Guinness, by the way, tastes totally different in Ireland. It is a fantastic beer. But, that is besides the point. Dad and I were enjoying a pint of Guinness together in Dublin. Father and Son…together in Ireland…realising a dream…enjoying a pint. One of those life moments that stick with you forever.
We enjoyed several more pints together during the 10 days in Ireland.
Then the GOLF…
There are entire books written about fathers and sons playing golf together. Lessons in life, lessons on sportsmanship, lessons on etiquette, lessons on how to play the game, but our two rounds in Ireland were more about “being there”, and enjoying playing the game together as father and son. Playing with Dad was just the greatest gift. It was really special.
Happy Birthday, Dad
These birthdays come way too often. Wish they would slow down.
Here’s to YOU, Dad. So happy we were able to share a pint and play some golf together this past summer, and I am sure there will be more of that in the years to come.
When the inevitable time comes for either one of us, we will leave this world with no regrets. I love you.