Every year on August 13th, we get together to play golf. My Dad, my Sister and my Grammy. We play to celebrate the life of my grandpa Dave, who died on August 13 2002. This was three years before I was born, so I never got to know him. But, I know he loved golf like I do. August 13th is a tough day for my Dad and Grammy, but this year was different. We were playing our annual round, talking about papa Dave. Something was in the air, because my dad nearly aced the 6th hole. Then, on number 7 at the Club at Ravenna, it was my turn to hit. It's a blind shot, over bunkers and big trees. I hit one perfect, and I looked back at my dad and told him so. We got up to the green, and could see my ball hanging on the edge. We got out of the cart, and were looking at my ball. My dad said nice eagle, and gave me a high five. All of a sudden, we saw the ball disappear! My first hole in one ever, and it happened to be on a par 4. Now, every year when we get together to play golf on August 13th we'll remember my papa Dave, but also the wonderful memory of my ace!