I wrote the poem (below) when I found out the Dennis had passed. I was so hurt. I had followed his career since my High School days. I was so mad that I missed the Sonics win the Championship in 1979. I was at the Prom, but would have much rather watched the game. I have Celtic T shirts that I wore faithfully on game day. My friends would get so mad at me, but I needed to be in complete solidarity with my Favorite Player. I was so fortunate to meet Dennis during All Star weekend in Cleveland. I heard that he was in a restaurant eating. I rushed in and about lost it. I didn't have anything to write on so I pulled out my checkbook and he signed one of my checks. I still have it and I'm hoping to find a picture of him so that I can have it framed. What a great guy! I understand your pain and the effects of loosing a loved one. Shortly after Dennis passed I lost my Dad. But I count all blessings! Thank you for allowing me to share what D.J. meant to me! Farewell to D.J. Farewell to you my friend. What a wonderful game it has been. Because of your character you'll live on. Far beyond the setting SUN or the early dawn. We'll remember you not just as 24, or number 3. but as Dennis Johnson one of the GREATS in NBA History. You'll be missed as a Husband, Father, Coach, and Friend. But as a Fan I'll miss the game, freckles and your grin. As the buzzer sounds you put up the final shot...YOU WON THE GAME! And now our Father has called your name. It's time... Put on your wings, now an angel you are. A Sonic, Sun, Celtic and now a SUPERSTAR!!! Farewell! Karla Carey