Michael R. Cullen "Front 9" born May 4, 1945, passed away on January 9, 2019.
If you are reading this, I'm dead. We all know that death is a part of life. I have a feeling It's the part of life that I will not like very much.
I lived longer than my parents, sisters, and brother. I have missed them all, especially my sister Carmel. I have missed Susan since I left for the Marine Corps. I wish I could have a do over on that decision. I will miss my daughter, Meagan, more than anyone. I will miss hearing her say “I love you Daddy” and I will no longer be able to say to her “I love you too.” But I was able to watch her become an adult and be successful. That has meant more to me than anything in my life.
I have some close friends that I will miss and some of the people at the south end of the bar at the Bonnycastle club. And the gin rummy guys. I enjoyed playing golf, reading about history and philosophy. I haven’t been able to play golf for quite some time. I will miss watching the Masters every year. Also The Open. I was introduced to golf at an early age. The game is both wonderful and very cruel. Mostly wonderful. I was fortunate to be able to play many top courses. I played at Augusta National, Pebble Beach, Doral, Harbor Town, and others in the states. I also played St Andrews, Carnoustie, and other great old courses in England, Ireland, and Scotland. I was privileged to be a volunteer in the press area at all the pro golf events at Valhalla. The Ryder Cup was my favorite. I was introduced to the game at the age of 10. I was a caddy at Seneca GC. My father died when I was 5 but he was well known and the men that knew him always used me as their caddy. I learned to love the game because of these men. They also sponsored me in tournaments. These men changed my life. I am forever in their debt. Golf allowed me to understand what honor, integrity, fairness and honesty mean. I will also miss the lunches with Larry, Billy, and Greg. And lunch with Ronnie. My “things I want to do” list is very short. That’s about all anybody can ask for. I tried to live my life in the spirit of sempre avanti.
I want to thank the doctors and nurses at the VA, especially Dr. Reed, Dr. Reynolds, and Dr. Hasselbacher.
I’ll leave you with this, from my favorite poem by Poe. “And as his strength/Failed him at length/He met a pilgrim shadow/Shadow, said he/Where can it be/This land of Eldorado.” So I guess I’ll see you on the other side.
There will be a private burial service at the Kentucky Veterans Cemetery Central.