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Garnett's letter to Healy.

Dear Malik:

Do you hear the music? This is music composed by Joe (joe smith) for you. If you were still alive, you would hear this touching music.

See that jersey? That's your jersey. If you are still alive, you will see your jersey hanging high in the gym.

Remember what day it is today? Today is my birthday. But if today is not my birthday, maybe you will be born.

Malik (Maric Healy).

It's been a year.

I have lived in this world for another year. It's been a whole year since you died.

I formed a habit this year. Every time I play games, I will bow my head and say your name silently when the lights go out. I believe you will give me strength, and you will say to me, "Lucky Kevin!" " "

It's just that now you are always standing in the corner where I can't see you.

Don't worry, now those people agree with me. No one will embarrass me again because I joined this alliance without going to college and signed hundreds of millions of contracts.

They all say I am the best player.

In my heart, you are the best player, not because we are friends. And we are not just friends-teammates, teammates who fight side by side and share weal and woe, forever! This is my eternal pride.

I remember that at that time, even in team training, I had no teammates, no one agreed with me, and no one thought I was qualified to sign such a high contract. Only you can talk to me. You said, hey, kid! How about one-on-one combat? Losing is also a kind of enjoyment.

You lost, but you didn't recognize it-you boy!

If you can fight with me now, what if I invite you if you win?

I met a girlfriend. She said she was fascinated by my dunk. I told her that if you pass the ball to me, I can dunk the most beautifully.

She asked me who you were. I told her that you are the best player and teammate in my life. I also told her that I was wearing 2 1 jersey, because this is your high school jersey number.

So she asked me if I could introduce you to her. I said, you have left.

She said, Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. How did he die?

I was silent. I dare not say.

I still often think of your funeral.

Your wife, your newborn son, all your relatives, all your friends and our whole team; Black clothes, white flowers: sadness, tears, nostalgia,

Standing in front of your spirit, looking at your big hands, I remember we were playing the same basketball yesterday! Why is everything so sudden? The day after your son was born, when you were still training in the team, you told everyone the good news happily. Your face is full of pride, and the whole stadium is full of joy.

-But it's all so sudden.

On my 24th birthday, Patricia, we still had a good time. You also brought all your teammates. For the first time, I feel that I finally belong to the whole team.

Thank you, Malik!

You hit me on the shoulder with a smile. I laughed too.

You were the first to leave that night because you said you would go back to see your son.

Who thought about it? You left that place, met the drunk driver on the road, and left the world forever-everything was so sudden!

Since then, my birthday has taken on a new meaning.

The driver was sentenced and never set foot in this city again. And I, is your death indirectly related to me?

I don't know.

I don't know how I got through the rest of the season. Every time I turn off the lights before the game, my tears will flood uncontrollably. I'm afraid people's eyes will make me hesitate when the light comes back on. Seeing that the team will stop in the first round of the playoffs again, all the pressure is on me alone. Maric, if you are still there, if you are still there? Every time I score a goal, I will take a look at the bench, but there is no more you, no more cheers from you.

I didn't expect it to be a year so soon.

I still think of you in the dark, and I still can't forget that loneliness and emptiness. But I don't know from which day, I can always see you sitting in the gym after the lights come back on. At that moment, I smiled-you boy!

I know, I want to cheer up. For the team and for you.

I remember every word you taught me. In practice, I practiced the ball that you didn't practice. In the competition, I got all the points you didn't get. Not only I, but all of us believe that you are still alive with us. Every night, you sit in a corner of the gym and cheer for us!

I won the respect of those people with my efforts and let the whole world see my success.

I always feel that you have been silently blessing me.

Tonight, your No.2 jersey will be hung over the stadium. This is the highest honor for a basketball player.

In the dark gymnasium, the light shines on the No.2 jersey with your name printed on it, and the jersey rises regretfully in the music.

I reached out and patted Wally (Wally Su Ze Bijak) because he was so young that he could hardly hold back the tears in his eyes. We still have games, we want to be the strongest in front of our opponents, and we want to be the best team.

Because, Maric, this is our oath.

Go back to the music that Joe wrote for you, and go back to the sad mourning atmosphere. I am used to reciting your name in the dark, and the whole city, over and over again?

Your jersey hangs on the top of the stadium, the lights come back on, and the applause of the fans lasts for a long time. ......

We won the game.

I want to win more and more competitions. In this way, my jersey can be hung next to you on the day I retire.

-"Lucky, Kevin!" Goodbye, Malik, lucky!

Your Kevin (Kevin)