Connecting and Reconnecting
Some times life happens fast and time passes us by so quickly. Before I know it another year has come and gone. I remember when I was younger time never seemed to fly by that fast. I grew up in a good neighborhood with many kids my age on the block. I was very energetic as a child and loved all types of sports. I grew up with my mother and my two grandparents, my mom’s dad and mother and my sister. My grandfather was like my father as my mom and dad divorced when I was five. My grandpa would get up with me in the morning and take me to hockey practice and stay and watch me play and practice. He loved me and I sure loved him, he did so much for me when I was young. Tragically my grandpa had a freak mishap and fell off a ladder fixing the venting ducts in our house. He broke three ribs and was in the hospital for a week and later passed away from a blood clot that went to his heart and killed him. I was devastated! I lost not only my grandpa but my father figure in one fatal accident.
I remember feeling sad for a long time. Lucky I had good people in my life at that time of my loss. I hung around with a few of my friends often. One of my friends was Bobby Scott. His family stepped up when my grandpa passed away. His dad Rodger always took me golfing with them when he and Bobby were going out. Rodger worked in Olds at a gas plant. He would work four on and four off. When he was working he would drop Bobby and I off at the golf course in Carstairs and carry on to work from there. Bobby and I would golf all day, usually thirty six holes before Rodger would arrive and pick us up after work. We did this for several summers when school was out and I excelled at golf. I also loved the fact that I was able to do the things I was passionate about and do extremely well at them. Because of Rodger, I got to partake in sports and carry on with my love of golf. Bobby and I became very close friends and very spirited in all of the sports we excelled in. Continue reading
