Happy Birthday!
I should’ve been out last night have drinks to celebrate my brother Jeff’s birthday.
He should be golfing with me today.
And it doesn’t matter how many years pass by, the pain of not having my brother around, doesn’t ever go away.
Of course, he will be golfing with me today.
I’ll carry him around the course with me, knowing that if I leave a putt an inch away he’d be there to say:
“Ahhh, that’s a shame.”
I told a story the other day about our trip to Titusville when I scolded Jeff on the way to the course to behave so we wouldn’t get thrown out before we had a chance to play.
He emphatically showed me that he didn’t listen by writing:
“Cliff is a fat bastard” in the sand trap, using the rake.
Through the years what I’ve missed most is the laughter, and the never not knowing what might happen next.
And the meals!
Some day, off in the distance, there will be an answer to why we were all cheated out of time that could’ve been spent laughing.
Until then.
Happy Birthday, brother.
Help the putts fall today.
I know you’ll have a message for me today.
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