This story isn't about me. My family and I spent a lot of time at our home course. Although my Mom didn't play, she loved to go out. My Dad and Mom were inseparable since high school. At age 54 my Mom had a massive heart attack while at work. My Dad finished work for the day and was playing a few holes while he was waiting for my Mom. The course pro came out to tell my Dad the news about my Mom while he was on hole 4, a par 3 playing about 150 yards. My Mom passed away and that hole became "Mom's hole". It was a very difficult time for my Dad, but he found solace at the course. He said he could hear her there. A year and a half later my Dad was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer. He was in a lot of pain and was scared, but decided to play in the annual tournament at our local course called the "Heart of the Hills". It is a 72-hole tournament in the middle of a hot Texas summer. Already so frail from the disease, we were not sure how he was going to make it through. It's a partnership tournament and he always played with my Uncle. They started on the back nine on the first day and played halfway decent. Then they came to their 13th hole of the day, the par 3 4th or better known as "Mom's hole". As he put the tee in the ground my Dad was given some words of encouragement; "knock it close". He turned around and said, "I'm going to make it". To say the least he hit his best shot of the day. A perfect 8-iron. The ball hit once next to the hole hopped up a couple feet behind it and rolled back into the hole. An unbelievable ace! On "Mom's hole", in his last "Heart". My Dad passed away 6 weeks later. I know it's the first story he told my Mom and I am sure she told him, "I know honey, I was there". It was my Dad's sixth hole-in-one. He loved this game and I miss them so much.