Andy Weigert liked golf and Dewar’s scotch.
So today, as we do every year, the DB and I poured a Dewar’s on his gravestone and left a Titleist in a graveside divot.
Andy left us 15 years ago yesterday. Just 46. Cancer. He was my golf partner and our very good friend.
It’s a simple ritual that takes just a minute or two of our time. But it has more meaning to us than anything we could say or do in a house of worship.
And as we pour the scotch and grind the golf ball into the ground, I always remember what Andy would tell me as I stood over a six-inch putt.
“Get it close.”