My dad's passion during the last 30+ years of his life was playing golf. He played even more when he was about 75 or so until he broke 6 ribs in a car accident last September (on his way to play golf!). He played Tuesdays with the retired firefighters and would even drive up on the rainiest of days, only to find he was the only one there. My dad was a heavy smoker (indoors too), so I tended to have him over to my house more often than I would go inside his house - easily done because we lived on the same street.

One day, about two years ago, I was at his house and looked up at the ceiling. I noticed the glass on the light fixture was cracked and held together with glue. I then looked straight ahead at the stained glass framed mirror. There were pieces missing. And the antique mantel clock was missing its glass. I asked him what the heck happened. He decided he should practice his swing indoors in preparation of golf starting up again in the spring. I guess I should have known by the living room vase full of practice balls!

Alistair was my brother and I couldn't have chosen a better one. I loved him for his sense of humor and his wisdom. I have fond memories of our childhood I think as the older sister I was a bit bossy and he was so good-natured about it. On Hogmanay my parents had him sing his party piece Westering Home if I tried to join in my Dad would say wheesht Marion your tuneless! Yes, Alistair had the talent in the musical department! I will miss him but will cling to the many fond memories .