This isn’t a story.
This is true and it isn’t meant to entertain anyone (perhaps none of them ever do), it’s only meant to put a few things straight in my head.
I had a pal once, a guy who would sometimes annoy and amuse in equal measure – I guess most people have friends like that. This pal had a harder start in life than some. When he was five years old his mother would appear at the school gates drunk and my mate would have to take her home.
All his life, he seemed to be running as fast as he could from that early situation in life. He worked twice as hard to be a better man and in some ways he was.
Him and his wife had a home that I would visit just to talk, or perhaps have a laugh, or maybe to sit and listen to music.
Music was a big thing in my pal’s life – although we didn’t always agree on what was good or bad. We all went to concerts together – some of those were the best ever.
My mate took me to golf days, like The Open, and although I didn’t play the sport, it was exciting to see all these talented folks up close. He did actually try to teach me golf once, but he could see I wasn’t going to be any good – mind you, that doesn’t stop people.
One night my bud was down this way in Kent – he was on a course in town, and we had a drink or two outside the George pub. One thing led to another and we argued – and when I got up in the morning to make him a coffee, he’d gone.
I went on my travels, mainly to the USA, and not only did months pass, but years got easily eaten up.
I never got in touch with him again.
From what I heard, my mate was always running from that start in life and had finally run into complicated places and complicated people.
A couple of years back, my pal walked into some woods near his home and didn’t walk back out.
I was watching The Open last week and I just wanted to say to my pal, wherever you are – I remember.
bobby stevenson 2017