My family and I remembered our belated father, Gene L. Namanny, one year to date after his passing. Gene died of a heart attack on the fifth hole while playing golf with his best friends at Centennial. On Thursday, we met at the golf course, ate dinner and waited for the sun to start setting. At sunset, we loaded up into seven golf carts and drove out to the spot where he took his last breath. As the sun slowly faded behind the hills, we looked to the sky and paused for a moment. We then spread our Papa's ashes on the greens. It was obvious that he was still missed. Some cried, others drew messages in the sand and I, of course, captured the moment.



See you soon,

— O