Today several members of the BPOE lodge #541 came together to celebrate the life of Chris Rose, a friend who came to call this area home for a short while.
He brightened many lives and them moved on, Our faith tells us we will meet again, God's speed, Chris, thanks for choosing us for this part of your journey.
For those who did not know Chris he as a scratch golfer (or better)who made friends like a magnet attracts metal shavings.
Our Elk's Lodge in located on the Saint Joseph River and when the water levels are low there are a series of little islands that poke through the surface.
Of course after a few too many cold beers on a hot day all the golfers say they can hit a ball to the island.
None ever got close, until Chis came to town. After many humorous tries by all the league members Chris dropped one ball
and proceeded to place it on the middle of the smallest island. The crowd went wild.
Chris left for California last fall, following better weather. We got word he had passes away.
In his memory we all hit golf balls towards that island, Again no one came close.