It’s Masters Thursday and that means it’s the day I miss my father more than any other day of the year. More than his birthday (and more than mine). More than the day he died 10 years ago (how can it be 10 years?!?)

You see…my dad loved golf. Loved to play it. Loved to watch it. All the time. Any player, any tournament, pro tour, qualifying tour or local high school kids. And every April, he’d settle in to watch the sport’s annual Super Bowl. How amazed he would be today that he could go out tomorrow and play a round of gold, bringing along a device like an iPad that could keep him up to date on the day’s scores in Augusta while he was putting in suburban Chicago. That he could pull up video replay of yesterday’s hole-in-one by Craig Stadler from wherever he was.

If your dad is no longer alive and with you, what makes you remember him most fondly? And if he is still here, what do you think that moment will be at that sad juncture down the road?