AUGUSTA, Ga. -- Patrick Reed's father was crying on the phone. I was crying on the phone. We both had good reasons.
Bill Reed's son had just won the Masters, and he wanted to give him a hug. My mother died far too young years ago, and I wanted to give her a hug.
Neither of us could have what we wanted most.
So we cried together Monday morning, two 50-something fathers talking about regrets and family divisions and the things people wished they would have said and done before loved ones passed away.