BUCKET LIST (noun): a list of things that one has not done before but wants to do before dying
I think we all have our Bucket Lists; I hope you do. That trip, adventure, goal we want to complete before the clock expires on this earthy world. One of the very largest items in my personal bucket was a trip to The Masters golf tournament in Augusta, Georgia with my Dad, Big Frank. Well, last April we removed this item from the bucket.
The trip was everything we hoped for and beyond. He and I spent three incredible days walking the most beautiful and hallowed ground in golf lore. Augusta National is golf heaven for the player and fan alike.
Since I was a little kid, the week of The Masters has been very special. On this week, Dad and I carve out as much possible time together to just sit and soak it all in. To actually walk the course, smell the perfectly manicured grass, stand just feet away from the worlds’ best players (and even drink a few very economically priced adult beverages) was everything we dreamed it would be.
The moment we left those “pearly gates” of Magnolia Lane, we both insisted we needed to come back; as soon as possible. It was 100% worth it.
And so, we booked the trip to return in 2019.
But, life got in the way; as life tends to do. Late last year, Big Frank got diagnosed with cancer. He would have a big battle on his hands. Masters 2.0 for the McCabe Boys was not going to happen this year. That said, he has a very positive prognosis and fights the good fight everyday to get back to his full health.
And so we will, per usual, enjoy another Masters from the comfort of home.
First round is less than 48 hours away.
And while I am confident Dad and I will be back in Georgia in April again, you never know? I am just so thankful we have no regrets and got there when we could.
More so, what prompted me to pen this story today is when I learned one of the most kind, genuine and decent human beings I ever knew passed away; very unexpectedly and far too young. He led a wonderful life, but I am sure he had some more items on his list he will never get to cross off.
Start emptying your bucket.
Rest easy, Billy.
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I loved this story. Your dad is one of the kindest men we know. The McCabe family is Lowell at its greatest.
My husband can tell you some pretty terrific McCabe stories, and I have known your Dad and Mom for over fifty years.
Frank is always in our prayers. Next April we expect a wonderful photo of the two of you walking the course!
My dad covered The Masters for The Sun for many, many years. My mom loved to be by his side.
Stay Strong, Frank. We are here if you need us.
Margo Sargent Simkin
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