Letters to Bill

You did more than call San Diego home, you helped define what it means to be part of this community.

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I learned from Bill that the answers you get are only as good as the questions you ask.

Bill has a unique gift for honoring others, always so generously sharing his experience, lessons, love, light and time to build us up & hold us to a higher standard.

I miss him. but when I think about him, I can still hear the enthusiasm, feel the energy and see the enormous smile.
And it puts one right back on my face.

For a kid to have that kind of proactive attention from an NBA star was special...I still remember all of it! Thank you Bill!

The first thing I told you was THANK YOU for everything you did to get the South Mission Beach volleyball courts permitted.

Bill was an unpaid spokesperson, an unwavering advocate, and, most importantly, a raving fan who never held back his appreciation for the Y’s mission. Time and again, he’d say, “The Y saved my life.”

Bill loved his hometown of San Diego. Many times he would say, “If the Pilgrims would have landed in San Diego the east coast of the U.S. would still be a wilderness today”.

My Bill Walton story starts with the word "Eidetic."
Bill and I were hosting a panel for 16 visitors from Seattle at the San Diego Challenged Athletes Foundation. Seated at tables, facing us, he said,