Wednesday, May 13, 2009
One of my proudest moments was winning the Johnson Father/Son Golf Tournament, when I was 14. *I carried you for 17 holes*, but then you made par on the 18th, with everyone watching, and history was made. From my cousin’s open letter to his dad, at his funeral today. The vicar read it out loud, and read it perfectly. The cathedral was packed, and everyone laughed. Uncle Mike would have loved it.