 where greatness wasn't divided by gender. You have too much to give to stay silent. That's what he lived, through Gigi, through me, through his investment in women's basketball. That was his next great act, a girl dad. Basketball in many ways was just a metaphor. I still text him even though he's not here. The last one I sent him said, I miss you. May you rest in peace, my dear friend. The texts go through, but no response. Sometimes I find myself still waiting.