DICK SNIDER (1921-2004)
By Will Snider
(Dick Snider passed 20 years ago this week at home in Topeka. The eulogy below was delivered at his funeral Mass by his 17-year-old grandson Will Snider.)
It was a sunny day, perfect weather for a Snider family reunion. Our best time spent together is often on the golf course, and this trip was no exception. Leaving the clubhouse for the first tee, I rode in a golf cart with Grandpa. I was around ten or eleven years old, and, as soon as we were out of the sight of the course employees, he allowed me to drive the cart. My grandfather would later write in his column for the Metro News, “(Will) was a terrible driver, so I had to stop, and told him to quit going so fast, to stay on the cart path and stop hitting the rocks that lined the path.” I am not much better at driving now, but I will always remember what he deemed the best piece of advice he could give me, “Keep the cart on the path, and watch out for the rocks.”
This past spring my grandfather was issued an ultimatum. According to his doctor, a fellow golfer, he would die soon. “We’re talking months, not years,” the doctor said. He had been suffering from a pain in his midsection for some time, and one day his doctor asked him to pay a visit and bring along his wife, my grandma. He wrote, “When a doctor tells you to bring your wife with you, it sounds exactly like dirt hitting the lid of your coffin.” It was cancer. Continue reading
