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This beautiful short story written by suspense author Janice Cantore hi-lights her relationship with her Dad, through a mutual love for the game of golf. It offers insights into parenting, and our bond with the Lord. Please stop in to say hello, and let us know if you have a particular memory of your parents, especially during the holidays...
The Love of Golf
I’m not a parent, I was never blessed with children. The only knowledge I have of parenting is how I was parented. I’m sure my parents were like most, flawed. They had their strengths and their weaknesses, but they did the best they could with what they knew. My mother gave me a love of reading and writing. She read voraciously and when she wrote letters, she told a story. As I write my novels, I think of her, would she like this story? Yeah, she would, because I wrote it. Thanks, Mom.
One thing my father gave me that I will forever be grateful for was a love of golf. He bought me a couple of lessons when I was in high school and after that took me out to play occasionally. I think we played from time to time until I graduated college. After that, I didn’t have the time to play, and he had an injury that kept him from playing, and eventually I gave my clubs away. It was about twenty-five or so years before I picked the game up again. Dad passed on in 2012.
In everyday life my father could be a difficult, unpredictable man. But never on the golf course. When we played golf, my father was just dad. He was helpful, insightful, and fun to play with. And when I play today sometimes, I often imagine him beside me saying, “Good shot!” or “Keep your head down”. The time we spent together on the course was good. The memories are golden and precious to me.
So, if it’s not too presumptuous for a non-parent to give parenting advice, here goes. Parents give your kids a love of something. It doesn’t have to be golf, but it has to be something that involves both of you and good quality one on one time. Maybe your child will eventually drop it and not pick it up again for years and years after you are gone. The memories made will bring you back to them in living color. So, take the time to make them good, golden, precious memories.
Janice Cantore is a retired Long Beach police officer who now writes suspense novels to keep readers engrossed and leave them inspired. Her twenty-two years of experience on the force lend authenticity to her stories. She has penned ten romantic suspense novels: the Cold Case Justice series, the Pacific Coast Justice series, Critical Pursuit, and Visible Threat. Crisis Shot and Lethal Target are the first two books in the Line of Duty series. Cold Aim finishes out the series
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What a wonderful story. My dad and I hardly spent time together. He was always working and not really approachable. But we both loved the original Star Trek series. So, one evening a week, for an hour, it was just him and I, sitting in front of the tv. Many years later, after my mom passed, he grew softer and we grew closer. He's gone now, but at least I have good memories of us together.
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