As is usual, Bailey and I were taking our early morning walk. I was struck with how beautiful it was, the sun glinting off the moist grass, the sparkling water of the Fraser River in the background. The lovely spring day to come was sure to be amazing.

I thought of my Dad and how much he would have loved to be here, with the golf course just up the hill. I could see him grabbing his carry bag of clubs, and heading up the hill, urging me to get moving, our tee time wouldn’t wait…

I chuckled out loud actually… then I realized it was one year to the day that Dad passed away.

RIP Dad – hope your swing has improved!