Michael Kidd-Gilchrist, alone, stepped from his car last June at the cemetery in Camden. He could not leave for Kentucky the next day until he had made a promise. He spotted the pond, and, moving across the grassy field of headstones and burial plots, he found Darrin Kidd’s gravestone, covered with flowers. He sat on the grass and talked to his uncle. He spoke of his excitement about starting his college career with the Kentucky Wildcats. He told him how badly he missed him. Rest easy about your son, Deante, he told his uncle. He would safeguard him as his uncle had done for him, when he lost his own father many years ago. The year has passed quickly.