It was a miraculous shot. Nobody expected him to make it, but he stepped up and against all odds drained it in the back of the cup to birdie his final hole.
The entire course was punishing. Without question the most difficult of his life. The fairways were narrow, the rough was relentless and hazards all over the course. Even when he'd hit a great shot, it seemed as if the ball would land in such a way that the next shot looked impossible. But he didn't quit, not for a second, the round was too important. And when he walked off the 18th green with his wife and children cheering him on, Jesus wrapped that green jacket around his tired shoulders and said well-played.... especially that last shot.
When I think about the friend who passed into heaven, the thoughts that come to mind is he was a man after God's own heart. Simply said, he was good. The kind of person you admired, respected and wanted to be around. A brain that amazed you and a smile that warmed you. And before he walked off the final green, exhausted from the battle, he mustered the strength to give his wife and children a few quiet hours of engagement, connection and love, even when they didn't think it was possible. A beautiful goodbye.