My dad, Rich Cavalier, died this morning. I’m not really one for sharing my grief, but so many of you knew him, met him or play golf with him, and he made frequent appearances in my posts, I thought in only proper to let all of you know.
He died, in short, of a broken heart - six weeks after his wife of 50 years (my mom) passed, he went to sleep last night and didn’t wake up.
If you’ve followed me here for a while, you know that my dad was a huge part of my golfing life. He introduced me to the game, taught me its etiquette and its rules, both written and unwritten. Together, over 25 years, we must have played a thousand rounds.
What I haven’t shared here is that golf saved my relationship with pops. We didn’t get along all that great when I was growing up. He was an old school dad, and I was an asshole in a lot of ways that are more clear to me now that I’m as old as he was then. Some of our fights were epic.
Golf gave us common ground and a common interest. That led to us spending more time together. And that led to understanding one another. And from there, we went from being only father and son to being great friends.
I’m enormously grateful to my dad, and to the game of golf for that. My dad didn’t grow up playing private golf, so as he aged toward retirement, I tried to give him the experience of seeing some of the game’s great venues.
I surprised him with a day at Pine Valley. I took him out west to see Cypress and Pebble, to Long Island for a day at Shinny and National with a lobster lunch in between, to the cathedrals of Merion and Oakmont, and so on. I’ll cherish those memories forever.
But I’ll likewise cherish the random munies and various dogtracks we played over the years, the countless loops at Stonewall and Galloway with Gracie (she loved her grandpa’s beard), the time in the car together, the post-round discussions about what could have been and what will be next time.
Nothing amused him more than meeting people who knew me and often him from this account. He loved meeting you guys, and would talk about people we met even years later. When he got hit with a bad case of COVID in 2021, the notes and messages he got from you were like a miracle medicine. I’ll appreciate that more than you’ll ever know.
We had a tee time this Thursday, our first round in quite a while, and our last talk was about how excited we were for it. That round will go unplayed, but I’ll replay the conversation, along with these memories, forever.
Thanks for everything, Pops. I’ll miss our rounds together.
Confession time from the Carnoustie Caddie.
I played a fair bit of golf in my youth and into my early 20s. I was a single-figure handicapper back then.
Then kids and life got in the way, and I barely played for almost 20 years.
In the last year or so I've started playing again. The trouble is finding the time. Between family, school runs, kids' clubs, caddying, writing books and social media, there's very little time left during the summer to actually play golf.
I've played twice this entire golf season. Both rounds were in May.
I've only recently started putting a set of clubs together again. Bought myself a second-hand set of Titleist AP2s, and I've got an old Titleist 913 driver and 3 wood.
I'm literally carrying 12 clubs at the moment.
I thought after all those years there would be at least a bit of muscle memory left from my younger days.
Apparently not. 😂
I spend my working life watching people swing golf clubs, analysing their shots and telling them what to do. But finding my own swing again is proving to be a different matter entirely.
Winter is when I get a bit more time to play. I'm going to start going out on Wednesdays with a few of the other caddies, but I really need to spend some time at the range and find my swing again.
I'm hoping I can rectify a few things over the winter.
Have any of you been through something similar? Stopped playing for years and then picked it back up again?
How did you find it? Was your old swing still hiding in there somewhere, or had it disappeared completely like mine?
And can any of you recommend a good caddie? 🤣
Everyone has that one club they have to love the look of in the set.
It’s like your favorite spoon in the silverware drawer.
For me it’s the 8 iron.
This is a dammmmmn good looking 8i
Driving range for sale:
- 60+ acres
- 50 bays, abandoned 9-hole par 3 course, 18 hole pitch and putt
- 36 holes of mini golf, batting cages, F&B
A dream location for us.
Location: Cranston, Rhode Island.
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