My father passed away in December of 2020. Our family put on a memorial golf outing in his memory. I had been playing poorly through the first 5 holes and kept losing brand new balls. Then, frustrated with my poor play, I reached into my bag and pulled out a ball that I had snagged from my Dad's bag a few months prior. That was hole six.

I tee'd off and we couldn't see it at all. The shot felt good but I definitely didn't expect to see it pinned between the inside of the cup and the flag. No doubt in my mind that it was my pops helping turn the day around.