My buddy's dad has been fighting cancer for about a year, and losing. Been in Hospice for a week or so, and we all knew the end was coming soon. So I woke up Wednesday morning around 11 and had a few texts. The first was from my buddy's wife at around 7AM, "Hi P, Brendan's dad passed away this morning." The next text was from Brendan an hour or so later, "Beers and golf at Diamondback, 1 o'clock. Be there." Played 18 with him and his three brothers and two BILs, got completely hammered and had a blast.
God bless the Irish.
Heading to calling hours in a minute. Bet your sweet a##es I packed a cooler.
RIP Buster McCloud, one of the ballbustingest, badass octogenarians you'd ever want to meet. :tips40: