Homecoming

If you read my last post, you know that I was planning on returning to my original home of New Hampshire for the better part of the summer to play in a few golf tournaments, see some family and friends, and just relax in the peaceful serenity that a summer in New England so easily provides...

I made a stop in Columbus, OH to see two of my greatest friends in the world for a couple of days. Ben Fithian, my roommate from Quinnipiac, and Kyle Coffman. Kyle recently transplanted to Columbus from Austin. It was tough to see him go, but it was great to see both of them doing well there and loving life.

I arrived here in New Hampshire Tuesday evening around 7:15 PM after 31 hours on the road and was immediately greeted by my mother. I hadn't seen her since Christmas and the reunion was nice. You know how mom's are, within an hour I had eaten about four pounds of food and been hugged more than twice with that unmistakable look in her eyes that says "I'm so happy you're home..."

Wednesday I ventured up to Canterbury Woods Country Club for my first golf since I had left Texas. I had worked at Canterbury Woods while I was in college and some after as well. It's one of those places that holds an unexplainable place in my heart, and it will remain there forever with it's rolling hills, rough terrain, and breathtaking vistas of the New England Mountains. I've had some pretty special moments there, including a few Club Championships, A New Hampshire Amateur Championship, and three consecutive Concord City Championships. The members at Canterbury Woods always kept up with my progress, and were always there to offer their congratulations on my victories, and condolences in my defeats. I had always felt like part of the family there. I was a little unsure who I would see or what the reception would be because it had been 3 years since I've stepped foot on the grounds.

Before I could even make it to the clubhouse I was greeted by a friendly face. It was Erich McLellan. I had known Erich during the "Glory Days" and he greeted me with a smile and a handshake. I told him it still gave me chills to make the drive up the long winding driveway of the club, there are just so many memories. One by one the familiar faces came into view and we greeted each other with smiles and "Great to see you!" The golf ensued from there and I was a little apprehensive as I hadn't so much as picked up a golf club for 6 days. Even the golf course greeted me warmly, I played 9 holes in 4 under par 32, without making a bogey.

Thursday was an early morning. I met my father at his place at 4 'o clock in the morning to get a head start to Vermont. He was headed there to do some fishing with his father, who didn't know I was attending as well, and didn't even know I was in the area. It was great to see my grandfather, and after reuniting a bit, three generations of Cyr men headed out to catch some fish. We fished for about 4 hours and caught 80 fish. We returned home to clean them, which I was no help with. If you've ever seen my father with a knife in his hands cleaning a fish you'd be amazed. If you've seen my grandfather, you'll know you have witnessed something truly immortal. I just stayed out of the way, because that's truly the only place I would have been...

From there we proceeded to see my grandmother and other family for dinner which was incredible. Perhaps my grandmother felt the need to cement her legacy in my mind as the greatest cook I have ever seen. After the trip home, exhausted, it was time to get some much needed sleep because the rest of this journey starts today. My time here so far has been amazing and I'm sure it's going to continue to be that way. There are still many things I look forward to doing here. The Greater Bangor Open is still three weeks away, but I'm sure the time will pass by quickly. This will be great practice for staying in the moment, not just in golf, but in life...