The world lost Arnold Palmer this week… but the world won Arnold Palmer for 87 years and counting.
Golf is in my blood; golf is family. And as of yesterday, we no longer get to hear the most important member of golf’s family.
I never met my grandfathers (or Arnold, not surprisingly) so when an older gentleman like Arnold spoke on TV, I listened. I listened to his stories, his commentary, and his passion for helping children. I loved his grace, smile, and sense of humor.
He was my grandma’s favorite golfer, their birthdays separated by only a month in 1929. I loved talking about the sport with her, another member of my golf family. She passed two years ago and I thought of her when hearing the news of Arnie.
Arnold’s presence will certainly be felt at this week’s Ryder Cup, my favorite sporting event. It’s a biannual ode to golf competition and sportsmanship, two things that defined Arnold. Wouldn’t it be fun to watch Team USA celebrate with Arnold Palmers instead of champagne?
Death invokes sadness but also makes for a collection of wonderful stories. Arnold reminded us about the love and competition of a great game, and the grace he displayed both on and off the course.
RIP, The King.