Kobe and Gianna
He was a star NBA basketball player. “Words can’t describe and it doesn’t do any justice to who he is and how he impacted the sports world.”
She played on her middle school team. “She was fiery and stubborn. She knew what she wanted and fought to get it.”
Together they died in a helicopter crash … father and daughter.
“Kobe was known to gush about her tenacity as a player.” “Bryant often said his daughter’s passion for basketball rekindled his own love of the game, especially after his retirement.”
In a letter to Gianna’s mom, best friend Aubrey spilled forth her love: “I hope that in the midst of your intense sadness you catch a glimpse of joy in who the daughter that you created and raised was.”
Kobe and Gianna loved each other till the words faded away.
We don’t know much. We can’t see the “after” and we can’t easily behold beyond the world of objects and time.
I say solid stuff is just the beginning. We love flowers and poems. It feels like they’re bridges to something so soft and pass-through.
Love migrates, I think, leaking out of our decomposing shells and roaming worlds shapeless and shining. And maybe returning to abide awhile in a loved one’s basketball or ball cap or in a favourite DVD.
When two go at the same time, perhaps there’s vibrating together in some netherland, spanning the rainbow, sitting quietly without bodies getting in the way.
Love continues and celebrates in ways that our tiny heads can only point to. Let’s just close our eyes and smile. Gianna and Kobe are here, there and everywhere, sharing the mellow moments with all who come close.