In a love letter to basketball, Rose wrote, “Thank you, my first love…You believed in me through the ups and downs, my constant when everything else seemed uncertain. You showed me what love really means. You made the place mine.” Sanctuary, a home where I could express myself freely. Every early morning and every late night we spent together, you made sure that I could always rely on you and that in every moment of doubt you would show me what I was capable of.

“They introduced me to new places and cultures that a kid from Chicago could never have imagined. You taught me that every defeat was a lesson and every victory was a reason for gratitude. They imparted wisdom that was not just about the game, but also about life, discipline, hard work and perseverance. You showed me that passion is something to be treasured and made me put my heart into every dribble, every shot, every play. You stood by me unconditionally, even when the world seemed against me, and waited for me to pick you up. You gave me a gift, our time together, one that I will cherish for the rest of my days. You told me it was okay to say goodbye and assured me that no matter where life takes me, you will always be a part of me.”

Derrick Rose, at peace with what was, what could have been and what is.

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