After my buddy and I graduated college and got married we decided we would take up golf. He always beat me. One morning after our tee shot I happened to be lying a couple of feet short of his ball. He took out a tee stuck it in the fairway. I gasped, and asked why he teed up, his reply, “it’s easier to hit”. We didn’t play much after that.
Just what an elderly parent needs, a reminder of one’s mortality.