My parents met at UCLA in the 1980’s. They camped outside Pauley Pavilion to get seats for the basketball games. I was even named after forward Trevor Wilson.

So even though like most millennials I primarily knew of Bill Walton as the goofy broadcaster, I also knew of his prestige as a basketball player. Growing up my dad often implored me look up his collegiate statistics.

I was saddened to learn of Bill’s passing yesterday and immediately texted my dad. Although I never met him, I feel he had some distant impact on my life, growing up in a UCLA family, obsessed with sports.

The statements from the sports and entertainment greats are endearing. Bill Walton is talked about as selfless, generous person, who always made time for others. Countless basketball legends professed him a dominant, captivating player, but an even better person. Someone who was funny and lived life with excitement and enthusiasm.

I want to be remembered like Bill Walton. To be remembered for being great at something, but for that to pale in comparison to the impact on people’s lives. Thank you Bill for being an inspiration to me, and to so many others. I aspire to live a life well lived, so that when my time comes, I can be remembered like you.