 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. It's so strange to describe him or Gigi in the past tense. You don't get used to that. The week after the accident, I was in Colorado. I had a game, and like I do before every game, I prayed.