I think it’s weird in life how sports in general, and for me specifically, golf, can be such a great way to get things off your mind when times are difficult. I’d like to start a thread where people can explain what golf has done for you in the good and bad times of life. Maybe this will help someone through something in finding that they aren’t the only one going through what they are going through. Hopefully it is helpful.
So here’s my story that just happens to coincide with this years Masters:
March 13th turned out to be the worst day of my life. My wife and I were expecting our 3rd child, a little girl who was due in mid April, she was actually ahead of schedule and I fully expected our daughter to be born during Masters week because both of my boys were 2 weeks early. That morning she said something didn’t feel right so we called the doctors office and they said to come in just to check things out. I was getting our boys from school and my wife called me and said that they couldn’t find the baby’s heartbeat and that I needed to come to the hospital immediately. By the time I got there they had already performed 2 other types of scans and still couldn’t find her heartbeat. I’m not going to go through the next day, but rest assured, it was awful. Our daughter Delainey was still born the next morning, the umbilical cord had tightened around her midsection and cut off her blood supply, there was nothing anyone could have done, it just happened. The next 2 1/2 weeks were a blur, imagine sitting inside a hurricane and watching your life spin out of control, not able to stop it or slow it down, and just watching in the most immense pain and sorrow you can imagine. Due to her family being in Ohio and her mom having some medical issues of her own, we weren’t able to have the service for her until the Monday after Easter, which of course was Masters Monday. My 2 best friends from Ohio came down, these are the 2 that no matter where we are, or what is going on in life, we have each others backs. We have the service on Monday and then the family goes back to our house and 1 of them hands me a card and says read it, the clock’s ticking. So I sit down in my chair on the front porch, not realizing that everyone is sitting out there watching. I’m not going to say everything that the card said, but at the end, it says, “Let’s start this month by making some happy memories and going to the Masters tomorrow.” 2 weeks earlier, they were talking about coming down for the service and they said, wouldn’t it be awesome if we could get some tickets for Tuesday’s practice round? One of them made a phone call to some of his business contacts and one of them asked what it was for and he told them what had happened and they said, how many do you need, I’ll send them immediately. Long story made not as long, it was a perfect day, the weather was perfect, the course of course was perfect, we followed Tiger and Phil for their entire match on the back 9, it was perfect. I still have a lot of pain from what has happened, and will for a long time I imagine, but for that day, just being in such a special place with my 2 best friends was exactly what I needed and I’ll never forget it. I hope some of you can share your stories and it will help you through the healing process.