st. Daddy. He's got a bird's eye view of all the Golf tournaments. I realize I painted this for an audience of three, my sisters Lilli and Connie and me. Tom Berrill loved golf, read golf, watched golf, practiced chip shots over the roof of our house, we had cut down clubs when we 10 years old, he remembered every hole he ever played. He was buried in his golf clothes with his putter, scorecards and several very distressed range balls. He loved his family, God and his country. He was great.