On Thursday night my father crossed the finish line for the last time. With his racing pedigree I guess that’s an appropriate way to describe his passing but never could a truer word be said. His life has been an adventure that would fill a dozen books so I guess we shouldn’t have been surprised by his storybook ending. As he crossed the finish line his last words were “nice evening and not a bad race”.
While we’re all feeling his loss, he showed us a way of life that money simply can’t buy. He was so many different things to so many people, national, world and Olympic champion are just but three of his many titles but for me his biggest and most important was Dad.
