You may recall that my dad died last year, almost exactly a year ago. Yesterday, my mother, my brothers, and I, along with three of my dad’s racetrack colleagues, honored his life by spreading his ashes on the racetrack at Emerald Downs. But not just anywhere on the racetrack, like in a tiny corner where the horses don’t run, but at the finish line.
In fact, we made my father’s final resting spot to be THE FINISH LINE. How poetic is that, especially for my dad, to become a visible line across a racetrack at the point where every race ends?
The photos below, I hope, put this in even better perspective than my short description here. As my mom said soon after we walked through the Winner’s Circle on our way out of the racetrack, “This was perfect.”
Indeed.








Before spreading the ashes, we stood in the Winner’s Circle and listened to legendary track announcer Robert Geller’s “race call” of my dad’s life, an obituary in the form of a track announcer’s call of a horse race:
