“A golf club? Why did you get me a golf club?” Bob asked, when he saw what his parents had gotten him for Christmas. “And ball, we got you a golf ball too.” Bob’s mother said. “You’re dad loves to golf, so we thought you might like to play with him sometime. Maybe over time you’ll like it too.” His mother replied. “Thanks.” Bob said, trying to cover up his disappointment. “Awe man, I really wanted that toy car I saw in the newspaper.” Bob thought to himself. “We can’t even play golf yet, it’s freezing outside, and it has snowed everyday this week.” Bob told his parents. “Yes, we are aware of that, but you can go in the spring, when it gets warmer. That’ll also give your father some time to teach you how to play and maybe get some practice in.” Bob’s mother explained.
As soon as there was a day warm enough to go golfing Bob’s dad took advantage. One Sunday morning, Bob’s dad woke Bob up bright and early to go golfing. “Get up son. You know what day it is.. golfing dayyy! It’s finally warm enough for me to take you golfing. So today we can go golfing with your new golf ball and club.” Even though it had been about three months since Christmas, Bob still didn’t have an interest in going golfing. Bob, trying to act like he was still asleep, rolled over and did not even acknowledge his dad. However, when he noticed his dad wasn’t going to leave he said, “But dad, it’s 7:00 am! Can’t I sleep a little longer? It’s too early to go golfing anyway.” “Son, I’m going to tell you a really important lesson in life, it’s never too early to go golfing! Now get up.” “Ughhhh” Bob complained from his room. “And I don’t want to hear any complaining from you either boy.” Bobs father jokingly, but still somehow firmly said from down the hall, when he heard Bob complaining.”
Bob put on a shirt and some shorts, trying to be comfortable while still trying to beat the heat from the hot sun. Then he went to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. He could already hear and smell the food cooking before he even walked into the kitchen, so he knew this would be a good breakfast. After they ate, they headed to the golf course. At first Bob wasn’t very good at golf and often got frustrated when he didn’t hit the ball right. Bob’s father was a pro golfer, he had been in four golf tournaments and of those he won three. When Bob’s dad was younger his dad had taught him how to play, but soon after got very sick and could no longer play. Bob’s dad wanted to do the same with Bob as his dad did with him. Bob soon learned how to play and he got pretty good at it. He still didn’t really enjoy playing, but he did enjoy spending quality time with his dad and the satisfaction of beating him at their golf games. As he grew up he continued to play. He beat his dad almost all of the time and when he joined golf competitions he would win at those too.
Shortly after Bob turned 21, his father passed away. His dad didn’t have a disease, or a heart attack, he died of old age. However, none the less, it was still a tough time for Bob and his family. Every Sunday they played golf together and now that tradition would come to an end. Bob still continued to play golf for his dad though. The Christmas after Bob’s dad died Bob took his very first golf club and ball, and went to the golf course where they used to golf. He stayed for 29 days until he had finally made three holes in one, like his dad had done.
Bobs obituary link: https://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/?action=obituaries.obit_view&CFID=97e9864b-a94f-460c-937f-a32d092a0593&CFTOKEN=0&o_id=6028079&fh_id=16097
“Mr. Robert “Bob” Joe Robertson, age 83, of Murfreesboro, TN passed away Friday, February 22, 2019. He was born in Gordon Co., GA to the late James W. and Annie Whitfield Robertson. Mr. Robertson was an associate engineer for the TVA. He was a faithful member of Belle Aire Baptist Church and proudly served his country in the United States Air Force. Mr. Robertson was an avid golfer. He scored three holes in one over 29 days in 2012.”