He Calls It His Happy Place; I Call It Peace

A Random Call That Changed Everything.

People often say we meet others for a reason or a season sometimes both. I never knew how true that was until I met Mr. C, the man I now call my partner.

We metin the most unexpected way through a work phone call. I was working as a consultant in telesales for a travel agency. One day, while dialling through a list of over 1000 potential clients, I randomly chose his number, drawn only by a surname that stood out. He was polite, said he had a similar package, and asked me to call back the next day. Something about the call stuck with me so I did.

What started as a follow-up became the beginning of a personal relationship. And as we got to know each other, I learned about the heartbreak that shadowed his recent past.

Just a month before our first call, Mr C. lost his mother to natural causes. While he was grieving and preparing for, he funeral, another tragedy struck his wife of 30 years was in devastating car accident.

At first, I thought he just needed a friend. Someone to talk to, to ease the heaviness of loss. And he did. But as time went on, I realized I needed him just as much, His grief created space for mine to finally surface.

I had buried my own trauma for years. Pain I never confronted began to rise. I started noticing patterns why I liked or disliked certain things, how I reacted emotionally. The child in me came out. So did the wounds.

Mr C processed his grief differently through the gym and golf course. I never understood it back then. He'd push himsel;f at the gym even when he was sore. He played golf almost every weekend and sometimes during the week.

I wasn't into golf. I preferred sports like soccer. Still. I'd tease him to teach me, even if i had no real interest. He always invited me, but it wasn't until last year that I understand.

In April 2023, after my mental breakdown, I finally travelled to his town. He took me to the golf course his "happy place." I expected boredom. but I found something completely unexpected.

The weather was perfect. The golfers dressed in white, the court's green grass stretching like a painting. Birds were singing, the breeze was gentle, and the sun painted the sky a soft, calming blue.

We stayed there for hours. It was so quiet, so peaceful. For the first time in a long time, I breathed deeply. All the tension I had carried disappeared. There were no tears, no fears just presence. Just peace.

That day I understood sometimes it's not the game, but the space it creates. He found healing in the rhythm of golf. I found healing in him and in the environment, he shared with me.

Life has it season, like sports sometimes players experience good, and bad season but they don't get to stop playing. With personal life sometimes we get introduced to people in a season that we need a shoulder to lean on. Or someone life experiences, pave a way for you or some understanding that you not alone everyone is going through something and sometimes deeper than yours.

We grieve differently, but sometimes two broken people can hold space for one another's healing. And while he still calls it his happy place, to me that golf course is something deeper. It where he finds himself when lost and recharge his energy to keep on going when he feels like giving up.

For me

It's the place I found peace.