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Jun 28 · via iPhone

My condolences for the loss of your loved one. The hurt and pain of losing a loved one is difficult. Please know that God is near to those that are broken-hearted and who are crushed in spirit.(Psalm 34:18)
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September 12, 2020

I am beyond saddened to hear about Michael. I grew up with the Suvak's. It's probably been 30 years since I've seen any of them, as we've all grown up, moved and spread out... me included.

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August 31, 2020

Michael was one of the kindest and friendliest people I have had the joy to know. I will always feel gratitude for how welcoming he was. Michael provided an excellent model of the kind of human I would like to be. His unassuming and jovial nature put me... more

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August 15, 2020

Michael was a brilliant quantitative psychologist who helped me with a couple papers in a way that I can only describe as wizardry. We also used to talk parenting, and his advice has helped keep me sane for years. My favorite thing he said about... more

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July 19, 2020

I had the good fortune of getting to learn from and work with Michael over the past 9 years. My first year in graduate school at Suffolk in 2011 coincided with Michael’s first year on faculty in the department, and so my cohort (who we lovingly refer... moreI had the good fortune of getting to learn from and work with Michael over the past 9 years. My first year in graduate school at Suffolk in 2011 coincided with Michael’s first year on faculty in the department, and so my cohort (who we lovingly refer to as the Cofam) felt an immediate kinship with ‘the New Guy’ and joked that he was a member of the Cofam. It was immediately apparent that he was incredibly kind, brilliant, and humble, and I was grateful to learn from him in class, and to collaborate with him on several projects during my 6 years in graduate school. He made complex statistical models palatable (despite them being far outside my comfort zone), and our meetings were not only consistently productive, but they also always made me feel at ease and cared for. He was a true gem- gracious, compassionate, and deeply caring. Despite that his statistical skills and analyses were far above my head, he patiently tried to explain them to me, and he provided me with the support, encouragement and kindness I needed for the projects and papers I was working on.

After graduating Suffolk and starting my post-doc position at the VA, I was delighted to learn that he was good friends with the PI whose grant I was hired to work on, and that I would get to continue to work closely with Michael as I navigated a new context in a fast-paced research environment. I immediately felt a wave of relief and ease, as only collaborations with Michael could provide. What a pleasure it’s been to get to continue to work with Michael these past 2+ years, particularly since I knew the way to nudge him to respond to emails, I knew that no stats question was too stupid to ask him about, and that I could count on him for a smile and humor in lab meetings and our phone conversations. I also quickly realized that his reputation of brilliance was widespread - we would joke that when he came to the VA for meetings, we had to be quiet about it because so many people were so fond of him and were collaborating with him that he’d never make it to the office we were meeting in, since he had been pulled aside by many eager colleagues and friends while on route.

Michael’s death is a tremendous loss for the field of Psychology and for all of the (many) lives he has touched and impacted. I will always remember Michael for his warmth, humility, and brilliance. For a man with tremendous talent, he moved through teaching, mentorship and collaborations with the graciousness of the guy next-door. I will miss the honor of working with Michael, his boundless kindness and quirky humor, and I know that his memory will be a blessing. less

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Erin Decker Hi Sara, thank you for your kind words. I was wondering if you could share Michael’s service with his friends at the VA. https://youtu.be/NfKgAa-RG_8 Just realizing now that you all may not have been informed. Thank you, Erin(Michael’s sister)
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June 22, 2020

On behalf of me, Austen and Amelia I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to all of you who took the time to send us thoughts, wishes, gifts and love. Suffolk was much more than a place of work for Michael. He loved the students, faculty and staff. He... more

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June 18, 2020

I met Michael three years ago at orientation, standing in line for bagels. He introduced himself, welcoming me to the program and inquiring after my move to Boston. I quickly learned that Michael was not just kind and genuine, but also sarcastic and... more

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June 18, 2020

Last week, I was talking with a friend about Michael, and she said, “He sounds like an amazing person!” I think that is the simplest and most thorough way to describe who he was. I knew Michael from the NCPTSD Boston, way back when I was a research... more

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June 14, 2020

Dear Michael,

You were a very bright shooting star that has dimmed far too early. I couldn't believe it when I heard from my dear friend Mark, that you were gone. I remember so many wonderful things about you since we first met in 1998 at the Boston VA,... more

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June 11, 2020

I feel so honored to have known Michael. He was such an amazingly unique, kind, and gifted individual. For the past few years he was my office neighbor. I loved seeing him nearly every day, and having absolutely no idea what was about to come out of his... more

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June 11, 2020

I first met Michael on my postdoc. He was just come aboard as the stats consultant and research advisor. Since then, I've worked with him through different labs and colleagues and am continually impressed by the extent of his reach. He's a bit of a Kevin... more

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June 11, 2020 · via iPad

Our hearts are with you, Michael.

Peace and Love,

Peter Bachrach and Patricia Flores

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June 11, 2020

I met Michael in the fall of 2011, on his first day as a professor at Suffolk. I was a professor too, but had been on maternity leave with my second daughter when he was hired, so I hadn’t met him before the fall. When I walked into the front office (I... moreI met Michael in the fall of 2011, on his first day as a professor at Suffolk. I was a professor too, but had been on maternity leave with my second daughter when he was hired, so I hadn’t met him before the fall. When I walked into the front office (I had my baby with me and I was super-sleep deprived) I noticed this very smiley, twinkly-eyed person in the front office talking with all the staff. I walked up to Jessica Valente, one of our staff (and another good friend of mine), and asked “who’s the new guy?” I accidentally said this loud enough that Michael heard me! He immediately turned around and walked over to me and extended his hand for a shake saying “Hi, I’m New Guy!” From then on, for the next 6 years, he called himself New Guy in classes, faculty meetings, and even signed his emails “New Guy.” Eventually our Chair at the time, Gary Fireman, said to him “Michael, you have tenure now. You’re really not New Guy anymore!”

Michael liked to tease me, mostly about how he was way smarter than me. I brought this on myself because I was another stats-minded person in the department, and used to debate him sometimes about statistics. I liked the rapid back-and-forth he could do with me, and loved to watch him get all excited about talking stats. I remember early on during a student’s dissertation proposal meeting (we were on the committee together), he got up at the board and started drawing possible statistical models the student could use in their study. I was watching and thinking with him, and when Michael sat down, I pointed out an addition he needed to make to the model to get it to work. It caught him off guard, and he loved it. He smiled so big and said “You’re right!” and jumped right up to the board and kept fiddling. After that, for years, Michael would randomly come up to me in the hall and whisper “You’re almost as smart as me!” in my ear. It cracked me up, and I loved it every time. And just to be clear: I was never as smart as Michael.

The *only* time I made Michael kind of angry was after I became Chair. Michael moved into my old office when I took the Chair office, and well… his office was always a mess. When he moved in it seemed like he just tossed all his papers and books in erratic piles around the room, and just left them there. He never fully unpacked. A full year after the move, the University needed their moving boxes back (they were these heavy plastic bright orange things that stuck-out when you saw them from the hall, and Facilities had been calling the department about them), and so I had to ask Michael to finish unpacking. He just looked at me and frowned, and pointed to the sign on his desk that said something like “A cluttered desk is a sign of genius.” He kind of stared at me blankly for a few awkward seconds and then just said “No.” I didn’t bother again after that.

Michael was so, so good to me. From that very first day we met, all the way up to this week. We became very close friends. I trusted him, and he trusted me. He always had my back, and I did my best to have his. If he ever got ticked off at anything, it was because he thought something was unjust. Michael was someone I could go to when I was struggling with challenges in my own life, and I knew he would give me his full attention. I never felt judged by him; I only ever felt loved, seen, and supported. I believe Michael will be with us always, and that living up to his memory will help each one of us move forward with more devotion, kindness, and right-mindedness. less

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June 10, 2020

Michael started working as a faculty member at Suffolk in 2011, the same year I started the PhD program. We (both students and faculty) affectionately called him “new guy,” a title that stuck for years. He started with a notable entrance, showing up... moreMichael started working as a faculty member at Suffolk in 2011, the same year I started the PhD program. We (both students and faculty) affectionately called him “new guy,” a title that stuck for years. He started with a notable entrance, showing up to teach our Research Methods class with a clothing tag still hanging off his new button-down shirt. He often had a twinkle in his eye - sometimes kindly, sometimes mischievous. At the start of every single class, Michael would announce that we had a pop quiz on the assigned reading. The anxiety/dread in the room was palpable. Michael got a big kick out of watching us all squirm before realizing that he was pranking us yet again. He loved a good pop quiz fake out. Then there was the time he convinced me and classmate Zack Held to enter the Suffolk faculty/student dodgeball tournament (see attached photo).

I had already started working on my dissertation proposal when my original Ph.D. advisor unexpectedly left Suffolk. I was told that I would likely have to start from scratch with a new advisor, focusing on a research topic aligned with his/her interests. For reasons that I will never fully understand, Michael agreed to serve as my new advisor. To be certain, our research interests did not overlap and the match between us made zero sense on paper. Nevertheless, Michael encouraged me to move forward in tackling the research questions I was most interested in for dissertation, armed with the theoretical and methodological tools he would teach me. Michael made it abundantly clear that his goal was to help me find and tune my own voice, rather than simply echoing or amplifying his. In contrast to many folks in academia, he wasn’t focused on creating clones or mini-Michaels. Michael was incredibly perceptive. Whenever I’d show up for our weekly meeting feeling off or overwhelmed, Michael would ask me if we could go for a walk to get Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. He’d buy me a coffee and we’d walk and talk - the fresh air, caffeine, and good company always helped.

I miss Michael. His loss is such a crushing blow. The world/my world isn’t going to be the same without him. To Amelia and Austen: nothing surpassed the love Michael had for you. My heart aches for and with you both. less

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June 10, 2020

I first met Michael in February, 2011 when I began working as a research assistant at the National Center for PTSD and was placed in an office with him. As was his way, he immediately befriended me, and began joking with me. He loved sharing sayings he... moreI first met Michael in February, 2011 when I began working as a research assistant at the National Center for PTSD and was placed in an office with him. As was his way, he immediately befriended me, and began joking with me. He loved sharing sayings he had inherited from others, such as, “you know Ally, sh-t flows downhill,” if I so much as hinted at being annoyed by a boring or undesirable task. Another favorite that I often remind myself of is, “you can’t turn down an offer you don’t have,” in response to my tendency to constantly weigh and outweigh all the conceivable options that are still only in my head. We shared a love of music, and he often introduced me to new bands, that we would sometimes listen to together while we worked.

A graduate student I knew at BU told me about Michael, saying, “he is very smart. He is a genius.” As an office mate, people would come in and out of our office and constantly call him to discuss statistics and other research questions, but he was not especially showy about his knowledge or skills. He came across as an easy going, helpful colleague who liked to contribute. It wasn’t until I began working with him directly, several years later as my graduate mentor, and had him as a professor that I truly understood what she meant.

In fact, it was Michael’s humility combined with extraordinary intelligence that I so admired. Certainly, he had moments of being arrogant or confidently asserting his points and making strong arguments. He also loved to make jokes about how “not everyone could be as smart as him,” but he never acted as if he were superior. Beneath these flippant jokes, there was an endless curiosity and rigorous open-mindedness that I have never quite encountered in anyone else. As we talked about various research ideas or as he presented materials in class, he would often say things like, “it is an empirical question,” meaning, as far as he was concerned, the jury was always still out. His love of science was pure; he truly believed that anything could be proven wrong, and in fact, I don’t think he ultimately believed in a concrete reality that could be fully measured or understood by research. He would just as easily point out the flaws in an argument or perspective, after presenting a strong case for it. This level of intellectual nimbleness, the ability to play around with different ideas, to invest in one but then be willing to let it go, was a true gift and inspiration, and demonstrated a lack of ego that is not common in academia.

I also really appreciated how much he so clearly cared about his family. I often felt like they were there with us, in our meetings. The pictures of his daughters, their drawings (including a poop emoji drawn on his white board that lasted for more than a year), were part of the scene. In most of our meetings, or when I shared an office with him, he would at some point call or text with Jaime, and at times even talk with Amelia and Austen. He would mostly ignore other direct calls to his office, emails or other communications, but rarely hesitated to completely pause what we were doing and engage with his family.

As a mentor, he was completely willing to explore new ideas, and to support me and his students in pursuing their interests. He allowed himself to learn from and change as a result of his students. He became very interested in ideas of compassion and self-compassion as several students expressed interest in this topic. Then, when I chose to include attachment theory in my dissertation, a topic he knew relatively little about, he went all in. He joked about one of the seminal attachment researchers being “my boyfriend,” whenever we would talk about his work, but ultimately deeply respected the area I had chosen to pursue. At times, I would bring up ideas that others viewed as controversial or that were not part of the current zeitgeist of academic clinical psychology and he never once put these ideas down or made a quick judgment. There was nothing out of bounds for intellectual discussion. This was immensely inspiring and supportive.

While deeply compassionate and caring, Michael also stands out to me as someone who was not afraid to share what he thought, to stand up for minority groups and positions, to engage in dialogue with those he disagreed with and face intellectual challenges head-on. He was confident to be who he was, unapologetically, as long as no major damage was caused.

I miss Michael so much. I hope he knew how much he meant to me and so many people whose lives he touched. He gave me and so many students so much: countless hours of his time, an unwavering confidence in us and our abilities, a willingness to always have his students’ back, and an ability to see people and meet them for who they were. Graduate school is such a challenging experience; one’s mentor can make all the difference. I am so grateful to have had the chance to be Michael’s student and friend. I wish that everyone could be so fortunate to experience that kind of a relationship. What a gift to have gotten to spend all the time with him that I did. What a tremendous gift his life was to this world. less

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June 10, 2020

Michael was the type of person who wanted to build a connection with everyone he interacted with. From our very first statistics class, he was immediately warm and friendly. Instead of diving into all the content we would be covering that semester, he... moreMichael was the type of person who wanted to build a connection with everyone he interacted with. From our very first statistics class, he was immediately warm and friendly. Instead of diving into all the content we would be covering that semester, he started class by asking us all what type of music we liked, and what our favorite bands were. Within the first hour, he was not only making fun of us, but he was also making jokes at his own expense. He made it clear that he could not spell and said words like ‘file’ funny. For the record—both of those things are true. Quirks aside, as the year progressed Michael’s genius became undeniable. He had the ability, dedication, and patience to distill complicated statistical concepts and procedures to his students. He spent far too long looking over my shoulder assisting me as I struggled through graphing an interaction in class and never hesitated to clear off a chair in his office so he could help me further develop research questions and teach me how to run analyses in Mplus for my ERP.

No matter how big or small your question was, Michael was going to help you. He was an absolute wealth of knowledge and went above and beyond to share that knowledge with anyone who asked. Despite all his intelligence and being able to “teach statistics with his eyes closed”, he never did get his G10 and G01 straight. This might be one of the most impactful memories of Michael I have. While it was both funny and frustrating at the time, he showed us that even the most brilliant people make mistakes. He assured us that while we might be confused in any given moment, we were capable. Michael made sure we knew we would be able to navigate not just his statistics course, but any challenge grad school threw our way. He knew just how daunting a PhD program could be, and he created a space not only for learning but a space where it was okay to take a deep breath and let go.

Michael was truly one of a kind. The impact he had on me and each and every one of his students is immeasurable. While I could go on and on about the ways he influenced my grad school career and the ways I think about research, I’ll keep this short. Michael did always like to remind me that concise writing was the best writing.

Thank you, Michael, for all that you’ve done and all that you unknowingly continue to do for me. You will be deeply missed. less

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June 10, 2020

Upon meeting Michael in that very first Friday morning stats class, two things struck me. First, his passion for research and scientific discovery was infectious and inspiring. Second, he cared so deeply and genuinely about helping us adjust to the... moreUpon meeting Michael in that very first Friday morning stats class, two things struck me. First, his passion for research and scientific discovery was infectious and inspiring. Second, he cared so deeply and genuinely about helping us adjust to the demands of graduate school both in and outside the classroom. Right from the start, Michael made it immediately clear that he was there to not only teach us statistics but also play the role of mentor and confidant when need be. Even when the transition to grad school was feeling the hardest, Michael continuously reminded us of our competence and potential, while simultaneously using his humor and wit to help us through some of our most stressful moments.

Michael had an incredible knack for teaching. Combining his brilliance, humor, and compassion, he created a learning environment that was warm and welcoming while also challenging. His steadfast patience and motto that no question was too small or stupid allowed these academic challenges to feel fulfilling instead of overwhelming. Whether it was a 4-hour long discussion about the difference between G01 versus G10 in which even he left more confused or a zoom call going step by step through pages of ERP syntax, Michael was able to make even the most frustrating academic obstacles feel not only manageable but motivating. Through this, Michael played a huge role in helping me rediscover what I love about research, and for that, I will be forever grateful.

As Michael wandered the hallways of the 8th floor, his kindness and compassion could be felt by all as he stopped and chatted with every student or faculty member he saw along the way. Whenever we would cross paths, he always made sure to check in about how I was doing, ask how my different research projects were going, and offer to help in any way that he could. The genuineness he brought to even these brief interactions we had was incredible and showed how limitless his kindness and generosity truly were. Through his unwavering compassion, unforgettable humor, and inspiring brilliance, Michael made the challenges of graduate school feel energizing and exciting rather than stressful and overwhelming, and his infectious love for research will continue to shape my graduate school and career trajectory for years to come. He will be so dearly missed. less

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June 10, 2020

I was so sad to hear of Michael's death. We overlapped at the Boston VA when I was an intern/postdoc and he was a graduate student (2003-2006). Michael always seemed so mature and smart beyond his years. Even though he was "junior" to me in the... more

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June 10, 2020

A couple more photos from the staged photo shoot, with a link to the article (looks like the pictures aren't loading on the website anymore - https://bit.ly/2YhDbvU)

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June 10, 2020

I reached out to the Suffolk photographer and he shared these photos with me from an old write up about our research lab. Cue awkwardly staged and posed photoshoot:

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June 9, 2020 · via iPhone

He was so respected and so loved. He will live on in all of us, in every good deed we do.

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June 9, 2020 · via iPhone

Although I knew Michael From Suffolk, the kindest favor he did for me was after I moved to Little Rock, Arkansas. He was a relatively new faculty member at Suffolk as I was finishing my PhD, so I didn’t have him as a teacher or mentor, but I... more

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June 9, 2020

There really are no words to describe Michael's impact on those who had the good fortune to know him. Michael and I met at the Boston VA in 2005. Our first real interaction involved a conflict. I had just joined our shared lab, and I managed to almost... more

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June 9, 2020

I remember telling my family that if I could get the job as a work study in the psychology department, then I knew I would make great networks to help me in my time throughout undergrad. Michael was the second psychology faculty member I met at Suffolk.... moreI remember telling my family that if I could get the job as a work study in the psychology department, then I knew I would make great networks to help me in my time throughout undergrad. Michael was the second psychology faculty member I met at Suffolk. I came into the department/university as a first-generation college student. I had no idea how to address faculty, I was nervous, and I wanted so badly to succeed. We were all still in Donahue, and the work study desk was right up front, next to the copier. I sat at the desk, logged into the computer for the first time, and in walks in Michael. He exclaimed, "You're new!" I nervously responded, yes, and introduced myself. He then said, "Great to meet you, Isis. You'll be great. I'm Michael Suvak, but only call me Michael, never call me professor or doctor... or else." And just like that, Michael became one of the pillars in my undergraduate career.

When we moved buildings, his office was right across from the work study desk. I would see him run to and from his office. Way too often locking his keys, and everything he needed for class inside. Michael was also never alone, always finding a way to make conversation with anyone around him, and it was always welcome. No matter where he saw you, he wanted to ask you how you were, how your family was, and if you needed anything.

I spent most of my summer's, winter's, and fall and spring semester's as a work study, so I saw all the faculty all the time. When they were freezing cold, sweating from the heat, or out of breath because they chose to climb the stairs instead of waiting for the elevators that took at least 8 minutes to arrive, if they weren't totally packed. Yet, when I saw Michael, no matter the circumstance, he would always walk to the desk, put his things on it, say hello, and then forget all the things he had just put down as he walked to his office. The quick sprint back to ask if we could open his office always made me laugh and smile.

Michael's passion for his research and absolute desire to see other students succeed was one of the reasons I decided to apply to doctoral programs. Michael always believed in me and was willing to read any of my documents, give me feedback, and send me countless documents that he insisted he print for me rather than email me. A final paper for his research methods course is one I still use today to reference to make sure my graduate work is up to par with the methodological and quantitative genius that was Michael.

When I think of Michael, he was just good. I will miss that goodness, and I am so devastated to have lost a mentor, friend, and colleague. However, I am so thankful for the time I had with Michael, and I will always cherish these memories. My deepest wishes for healing to his entire family, and all those that knew and loved him so. less

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June 9, 2020

Michael was one of those rare humans who radiated kindness and compassion. I didn't know him well but after having met him during my postdoctoral fellowship at the NCPTSD/Boston VA and continuing to cross paths with him while I was a faculty member at... more

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June 9, 2020

I was shocked and deeply saddened to learn of Michael's passing. I first met him during the day of orientation and was immediately struck by his humor and warm personality.
As time passed, I came to appreciate his intelligence and supportive nature.... more

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June 9, 2020

"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does." -William James

I can so clearly recall the first time I met Michael. I was speaking on a small panel in Jaime's class at Curry College about graduate school as a MA degree student who was actively... more"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does." -William James

I can so clearly recall the first time I met Michael. I was speaking on a small panel in Jaime's class at Curry College about graduate school as a MA degree student who was actively applying for PhD programs. Michael sat on the same panel, and he passed on some wisdom. It would be the first of many, many times that I had the privilege of hearing Michael Suvak's ideas and opinions.

It shouldn't be surprising that I met Michael through his family. Michael centered his life around Jaime and the girls; I knew that before I even met him. But after meeting him, it became all the more clear. His office was absolutely covered in drawings, pictures, and photos that linked him to his family even at work. I remember him realizing that he had accidentally placed a stack of unidentifiable paper chaos ("mess was a sign of genius" ) on top of a drawing by one of his girls once, and brushing the papers onto the floor immediately. "This matters way more" was his only explanation. "Now who are you, again?" (I see I was not the only one teased this way, now!)

Michael made a difference in my life that is larger than the scope of what even I can comprehend. Beyond his intellectual and statistical genius (which made Stats classes incredibly humbling), he was the warmest, humblest, funniest, most engaged individual. He had a knack for seeing the diamond in the rough. For seeing the best of a person in their worst of times. For believing that their life was going to be something much bigger than even they could imagine. And then...he helped make sure that it was something bigger. He mentored, and he cared, and he jostled you with sarcasm all the way to success, however you so happened to define that.

Thank you for your brilliance, caring, and time, Michael. I sure will miss you, and I will always imagine you kicked back, arms crossed, squinting up to the sky. You acted as though you made a difference, and you did. less

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June 9, 2020

I had the pleasure of encountering Michael in Boston in 2006-2008, when he was a graduate student and I aspired to join those ranks in the near future. I very much looked up to him -- his kindness, his generosity with his time, his sense of humor, and... more

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June 9, 2020

I first met Michael on interview weekend. He asked me questions about what I wanted to accomplish by going to graduate school, not why I should be accepted. He really listened as I talked about my ideas and was thrilled when I struck up a conversation... moreI first met Michael on interview weekend. He asked me questions about what I wanted to accomplish by going to graduate school, not why I should be accepted. He really listened as I talked about my ideas and was thrilled when I struck up a conversation about structural equation modeling. I noticed that our research interests weren’t quite the same and he told me that was what he liked about me: that I had interesting new ideas and that he was excited for what I’d bring to the lab. That was so unique about him as a mentor. He rarely asked for his students to work on his research interests. Instead, he wanted you to find your own niche, even if that meant he had to learn a whole lot about a topic that he knew little about. I would often start my pitches with “Hear me out…” and he always did, with his head leaned back, eyes closed, arms crossed, agreeing to take on my next misfit idea.

He interviewed me between two giant piles of papers, an assortment of articles he’d printed out and then added to the to-read queue, because he refused to read PDFs. At one point during the interview he started ruffling around in the papers, obviously looking for something, and after looking under his desk through what I can only assume to be more stacks of papers, folded his hands on the desk, leaned forward and squinted his eyes and asked if I happened to have another copy of my CV. I handed him another copy and he said, “I was just testing you.” as he smiled and tapped his head twice, a phrase he’d say to me many more times. He most definitely wasn’t testing me. He’d totally lost my CV, and I had to stifle my laughter to give off a good impression.

After I'd accepted my admissions offer, I drove to Boston to sign my lease, and even though I let him know I was in Boston at the very last minute, he still found time to meet with me. When I left to drive home to New Jersey that evening, he sent me an email asking for me to let him know when I got home safe, because he “felt a bit like a concerned parent.” He’d only met me twice but he was concerned about me, because his compassion and kindness were boundless.

That was the beginning of my life in Boston and as part of the Suvak Sarcasm Lab. Through Michael, I was given a new lab family in Boston, and he really did become my academic parent. He was always guiding and supporting me through every new challenge that graduate school and adult life brought me. He nurtured my professional identity and created countless opportunities for me (out of thin air it seemed). Michael was a great teacher and mentor, not because he was perfectly organized and articulate, but because he was patient with us all while we caught up with his brilliance, and he never took himself too seriously. I’ll remember how Michael had such great sense of humor; constantly cracking me up and bringing levity to a stressful day. Often he was witty and clever in his wise cracks, but sometimes he’d tell a good old-fashioned corny dad joke (e.g., “Spill the tea, sis.” said with absolutely no irony).

In addition to being a great mentor and teacher, Michael is one of the most brilliant scientists I’ve ever known. What made him such a great researcher was his curiosity, humility, and healthy amount of skepticism. Sometimes I swore he actually enjoyed having his hypotheses proven wrong more than if they were supported because that meant there was more investigating to do. It reminds me now of the words of Sherlock Holmes, “The game is afoot.”

I will greatly miss our weekly (if not more frequently) meetings, where we never ran out of things to talk about over his messy desk. He repeatedly told me that “Messiness is a sign of genius.” He was always willing to chat if I just randomly popped into his office, even if he really didn’t have the time. I’m forever grateful for the tremendous time and effort he put into shaping my professional growth, and for every time he half-jokingly told me to “get your sh*t together.” A mantra that I now say to myself when the going gets tough.

When I think of Michael, I think of loyalty. Loyalty to his family, friends, students, colleagues, methodological rigor, doing the right thing, and above all else, loyalty to being his authentic self. I miss him dearly. less

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June 9, 2020

Even before she was born, he called her Michael Jr. Jr. He always tried to teach her curse words.

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Virginia McCaughey "Ayla, say sh*t."
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I first met Michael when he started in the Psychology Department at Suffolk somewhere around 2011. It was easy to see upon first meeting him that he was going to be a wonderful addition to the department. He was quickly given the nickname "New... moreI first met Michael when he started in the Psychology Department at Suffolk somewhere around 2011. It was easy to see upon first meeting him that he was going to be a wonderful addition to the department. He was quickly given the nickname "New Guy" which stuck (even almost 9 years after joining the department). He was brilliant, kind, compassionate, and funny. He had an ease about him that made everyone around him feel comfortable and he could make anyone laugh. He was passionate about his work. He loved his students and was their best advocate. He loved his colleagues and made an effort to really get to know everyone. He made a point almost every morning to stop in and say hello to me and besides chit chatting about work stuff, he would always check in and ask about me, my family, my daughters, my weekend. He cared about people so much. He would share stories and pictures about his beautiful wife and daughters. His face would light up when talking about them or the latest adventure they had been on. It was clear that his family was his greatest accomplishment and he was such a devoted father. I admired this about him so much. When I became a new parent, he would always check in and share advice about those early newborn days (and how to survive)... often witty advice that would make me smile and instantly forget how exhausted I was feeling. He was well loved by all that knew and worked with him; students would always stop by looking for him or asking where he was. No matter how busy he was, you knew you could knock on his door and he would stop what he was doing. He brought such amazing research and resources to the department and University but more importantly he brought his commitment and devotion to students and the causes he believed in. I will miss Michael dearly. He was a wonderful human and I feel lucky to have known him, worked with him, and to have called him a friend. My heart aches for his beautiful family, Jaime, Austen, and Amelia. I hope reading all of these helps provide a tad bit of comfort knowing what an impact Michael had on so many lives. More importantly, how dearly he loved you all, how proud of you he was, and how much he loved sharing stories of you with all of us. less

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I can’t even begin to relate Michael’s many kindnesses towards me. It began when I first was offered a job at Suffolk, and despite not knowing me at all, he spent hours on the phone guiding me through the process of negotiating a faculty position. I... moreI can’t even begin to relate Michael’s many kindnesses towards me. It began when I first was offered a job at Suffolk, and despite not knowing me at all, he spent hours on the phone guiding me through the process of negotiating a faculty position. I remember being blown away by how willing he was to help, not just superficially, but to truly ensure that I felt supported and got what I needed. When I came to Suffolk, this became even more clear. Michael shared his expertise and his time freely with students and faculty alike, never looking for recognition but simply because if he could help, he would. He really was brilliant. He loved learning. It seemed to be driven not only by his natural intellectual curiosity, but also a lifelong commitment to growth and self-improvement. And despite his potentially intimidating skills and knowledge, he had the capacity to put others at ease, somehow making it okay to ask questions that you know you should know but you don’t. And despite the fact that based upon his research productivity and teaching and mentoring commitments, he shouldn’t have had time for anything, he knew instinctively that what was most important was being there for others. And he was there for so many of us. His was the office I could plop myself down in at any time. I could count on him to make me feel like I perhaps could pull off being a professor, no matter how overwhelmed or incompetent I was feeling when I entered his office. And I could count on his check-ins, usually popping in to interrupt whatever I was doing. While most people would just walk by my office, especially if my door was closed, to Michael a closed door seemed to be an invitation to interrupt—or perhaps an opportunity to connect with someone who needed it. Although Michael was always available for a joke or a philosophical discussion, what he clearly cared most about was his family. The pride and love when he would talk about Austen and Amelia was palpable. Michael just had such a big heart. He cared so much about people and the world. And he gave so much to all of us. I will miss him dearly and I feel so grateful to have had him as a friend, mentor, and colleague. less

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Michael was a bright light whose energy, insight and wit made everything better when he was in the office. Never shy to offer help or an opinion he generated an enthusiasm that was irresistible. If I were tired or frustrated or needed help thinking... moreMichael was a bright light whose energy, insight and wit made everything better when he was in the office. Never shy to offer help or an opinion he generated an enthusiasm that was irresistible. If I were tired or frustrated or needed help thinking through a research question, Michael would make time and make everything seem better to me. Even if nothing got solved, I would leave his presence laughing, energized and often with a new point of view. We shared an interest in the writings of William James and this led to many long conversations about philosophy and psychology. We often gave each other books to read for later discussion, each of us reading only about 25% of the books but always excited to share. We really enjoyed talking about science, music, or the Steelers (I think he mostly liked to poke New England fans), but his energy grew 10-fold when talking about Austin and Amelia. He talked about surfing, comic con, their accomplishments but mostly about his love for each of them, for who they were and for who they were becoming.

Michael was a vocal and active champion of social justice causes. He was courageous and willing to move out of his comfort zone to talk with those with opposing points of view. He shared this with Jamie whom he loved deeply. He often talked with passion about politics and could not tolerate injustice. He inspired action.

One of the best things about Michael was his quirky sense of humor that never failed to make me laugh. His humor also made the work easier, especially for the countless number of students he mentored, helped, and advised. He made himself available to students to a fault, sometimes causing him to miss an email or be late for an appointment. Everyone knew it was because he was helping others and that he would make up the time he missed, and he did. We all knew that his heart was generous and his mind brilliant, and help from Michael was well worth the wait. I know from seeing his success as a scholar that his impact and connections reached far beyond Suffolk and his family. He produced important research on trauma, PTSD, emotion, and quantitative methods. Although I read and was impressed by his articles and had the privilege to collaborate with him on some research, he was all about the ideas and the science not about his accomplishments. He was a humble guy.

I will miss many things about Michael. His smile, his irreverence, his intellect, his ability to help so many around him. I will miss a dear friend. less

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I met Michael at the VA in 2005 or so, and worked with him for almost 3 years, as an RA in the lab where he was a graduate student. In the years after that, Michael in his infinite kindness, reached out to give me extra support during a few difficult... more

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I met Michael about 15 years ago when I was an intern at the VA. I loved his intelligence and wit and willingness to have ridiculous conversations to make people laugh. I am so saddened to know that Michael is no longer with us. I send love and healing... more

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It's tough to know what to say in situations like these because it still feels as though someone is pulling my leg. Michael was the type of person who was the perfect addition to the psychology department. He was strict yet understanding, compassionate,... more

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Nine years ago, when a position in our department came open, I was relentless in advocating for Michael to be hired. Although I did not know him very well personally at that time - we had only briefly crossed paths at NC-PTSD - colleagues I knew and... moreNine years ago, when a position in our department came open, I was relentless in advocating for Michael to be hired. Although I did not know him very well personally at that time - we had only briefly crossed paths at NC-PTSD - colleagues I knew and trusted deeply raved about him – his conceptual, philosophical, and methodological brilliance, his unwavering integrity and passion, and more than anything else – his kindness and goofy sense of humor. Thankfully, I listened to their wise council, we snatched him up, and I was fortunate to be his colleague for almost a decade.

People who knew of Michael’s work, but did not know him personally, understand the impact he had on the field. He was exceptionally brilliant and hard-working. He collaborated with all of the other giants in the field of trauma and PTSD, published in top tier journals and secured grant funding to support his work. But that was only a small part of Michael’s identity. The incredibly gifts that Michael brought to our department are not easily gleaned from his impressive cv. Instead, they are apparent in the numerous testimonials on this and other forums dedicated to celebrating his life.

Although Michael and I worked together in many capacities, we collaborated most closely on student research. By my count, within a period of about 6 years, I served on five dissertation committees that he chaired, and he sat on five committee that I chaired. On other words, together, we ate a lot of muffins and fruit, met a lot of students’ family members, and posed for a lot of “stand in front of the slides” photos. But more than anything else, our research collaborations in the service of student progress allowed me a close-up and personal view of Michael’s seemingly limitless capacity for mentorship. There are only a handful of people I have encountered over the course of my career who possess the brilliance, generosity, and encouragement that Michael displayed as a mentor. It’s true that he may not have always responded to email in the timeliest manner – and that I would often counsel my students to try and schedule their time on campus to dovetail with his, so that they could pop in and secure a meeting. But I always understood that the same qualities that made it challenging for Michael to respond to email are what made him such a highly sought-after mentor. He gave every student he met with his full attention. Not only did he eagerly dive into their research, he also connected with them personally. He would tease and joke with students to ease their statistics anxiety, check in on their well-being, and convey his caring and respect for them in every encounter.

Michael and I also connected over our shared devotion to family. Michael never failed to ask about my family when he popped into my office – was Sarah coming home from college for the upcoming holiday? – how was Sam’s injury coming along – would he be able to play in game this weekend?- How was my Dad doing and how was I holding up coping with his illness? And his questions were not cursory check-ins. I understood him to deeply care about my responses. Similarly, Michael never stopped by without sharing an update on his family. The love his felt toward his daughters, and the intense pride he felt in their accomplishments, was abundantly clear.

Over the years, we also had many, many conversations about football. About his deep-seated loyalty to the Steelers and his overwhelming dislike of TB12. I remember being so excited when I drafted Le-veon Bell to my fantasy football team. Finally, Michael and I would be able to celebrate one slice of football together. Of course, that was the year of the contract sit-out – so unfortunately, we weren’t able to bond over Steeler success – but it made for a lot of good-natured teasing.

In reminiscing over our time as colleagues, I already miss the strong connection I forged with Michael during his time at Suffolk. Over the last couple years, life challenges and professional demands pulled us in different directions and we had fewer chances to cross paths and connect in meaningful ways. I am incredibly sad about those lost opportunities, but will always cherish the memories I hold. less

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Michael had the biggest heart when it came to his students. I remember taking Research Methods as an undergraduate at Suffolk in 2015. I sat in the back of the classroom in Donahue of a rather large class, but he made it a point to remember each of our... more

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From the moment you met Michael, you knew he cared deeply. He used his humor and wit to make people feel welcome and comfortable. He usually found a way to be the butt of his own jokes, at least when you first started getting to know him, then you likely... moreFrom the moment you met Michael, you knew he cared deeply. He used his humor and wit to make people feel welcome and comfortable. He usually found a way to be the butt of his own jokes, at least when you first started getting to know him, then you likely start to make your way toward the butt of his jokes. He offered himself as a resource to everyone he encountered, regardless if they needed it, or even wanted it, nevertheless he was there and let you know. I was one of the people who directly benefitted from Michael’s endless generosity. The role of program advisor is one that is not assumed very formally, but one Michael took seriously, for which I am grateful for. Michael was my assigned program advisor, he emailed me in May before I started the following fall. When he emailed me, I was traveling abroad and had not yet set up my Suffolk email, so a couple weeks went by until I responded, which I then did fervently apologizing for my late reply. He responded “I am a little worried about this one. The number one excuse for slacker students is that they were “out of the country.”… Marit, I’m totally just joking…..”. Not knowing Michael yet, I was unsure of this response and still nervous and a wee bit embarrassed, because a renowned psychologist had just called me a slacker. Then I finally met him, and it made total sense.
He had a way of making the serious a bit lighter, while continuing to honor its importance. He joked often about his shortcoming, slip ups, or his stutter or poor spelling. Entering a doctoral program and academia at large, you don’t often find people displaying their “flaws”, but Michael had no problem doing so. His humble way made space to be imperfect and allowed you share your faults, grow from mistakes, and work through them to be a better researcher and person. Michael also had a deeply embedded moral compass that he was always refining through philosophical readings and conversations. This made him an amazing and staunch advocate for students. He believed in people, cared for their potential, and didn’t back down even when it was hard. He was not only a brilliant statistician, researcher, and professor, but a brilliant mentor and friend.
I am so fortunate to have known him, he helped shape my life trajectory and did so with dedication and so much kindness. Looking back on one of our email threads he suggested I may be “suffering from Michael withdrawal” and that “stopping cold turkey can be bad for your health”. I can attest that is true. You are and forever will be so missed. Sending you love to wherever you may be. less

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I am deeply saddened about Michael's passing. I worked in the Psychology Department when he first joined Suffolk and he made me laugh every day. My first true interaction with him was when I interviewed him for the semester newsletter and I immediately... more

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After two years into Suffolk’s PhD program, I was about ready to call it quits. Discouraged and with low confidence, I was recommended by other faculty members to meet with Michael- a new addition to the Suffolk faculty at the time. Other than having a... moreAfter two years into Suffolk’s PhD program, I was about ready to call it quits. Discouraged and with low confidence, I was recommended by other faculty members to meet with Michael- a new addition to the Suffolk faculty at the time. Other than having a broad understanding of his research interests, I knew very little about him. He agreed to meet with me to get to know me and determine if our research interests and working styles would be a collaborative match. I instantly felt comfortable with Michael and was encouraged by his calm and quirky demeanor. For the first time, I felt hopeful that completing my doctoral degree was not just possible, but probable.

Prior to working with Michael, I often feared or dreaded weekly research meetings. Michael’s warmth and encouragement allowed this to change and I actually started to look forward to weekly meetings. I always appreciated Michael checking in with me prior to jumping into our work- life outside of Suffolk and upcoming weekend plans always seemed to come up. Our meetings were also full of sarcasm - something Michael loved to give and was never afraid of! I left my meetings with Michael each week with a sense of pride, accomplishment, and a smile on my face. I always had to chuckle stepping into his office. Many know that Michael was not the tidiest! Yet as messy as his office was, there were always, always special spots cleared out to display Amelia and Austen’s pictures and artwork. I truly don’t think a single meeting went by without hearing a fun update about Amelia, Austen and Jaime. These ladies were constantly the light in his life and the pride and joy he had towards them was contagious.

Michael opened up more doors for me than I can count. He encouraged me to apply to Suffolk’s doctoral dissertation award- something I never thought I would be capable of doing, let alone be the recipient of. He helped me publish my first paper in graduate school. He connected me with colleagues and work at the National Center for PTSD at VA Boston, where I later completed my internship and postdoctoral fellowship. Most importantly, he gave me the confidence boost at a time when I needed it most and kept that going for me throughout my completion at Suffolk and transition into my career as a clinical psychologist. I’m incredibly fortunate to have been Michael’s first student to complete her doctoral degree. Not only was he an incredible mentor and educator, he was a wonderful friend. Michael - I will miss you dearly. You’ve changed my life in more ways than I could ever express and I am forever grateful to you. less

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As a current doctoral student at Suffolk University, I have not known Michael for long. However, he played a significant role in my adjustment to grad school and helped me gain the confidence I needed to succeed in training. In my first year, my small... moreAs a current doctoral student at Suffolk University, I have not known Michael for long. However, he played a significant role in my adjustment to grad school and helped me gain the confidence I needed to succeed in training. In my first year, my small cohort had Michael for three class. While we somewhat dreaded our 4 hour stats class every Friday, we were also excited to see Michael bright and early with his smile and jokes. We had what felt like an unspoken bond in that computer lab - where we could express frustration with the material, ask "dumb" questions, share stories about our families, and laugh at completely unrelated tangents. All the while Michael's unconditional support for us not only as scientists, but also as people, was unmistakable. Even when were feeling hopeless with his favorite regression analyses, he was adamant that we were capable and competent. We began to see Michael as a professor AND a friend.

While reading countless testimonies of Michael's support and contribution to his students, I find myself wondering, "how did he have enough time and space to give that to every student?" Maybe a part of me just thought we were his favorite! But it's true - current grad students, former students, undergrads, colleagues, anyone in the hall - Michael was there to offer support, a joke, a listening ear, and some statistical analysis advice.

My last conversation with Michael was so fitting. As a second year, I no longer had any classes with Michael and we were not collaborating on any projects. That didn't matter to Michael. One evening I was on the 8th floor trudging through work and he walked past and was surprised to see me still there. He sat down and began asking me about my projects with genuine interest and full attention. He then asked, "and how are you doing?" When I answered the usual, he said "No, how are you REALLY doing though? He went on to say his door was always open with anything I need. I was struck by his genuine interest and compassion for me. I'm so grateful we had this interaction.

Michael was a statistical genius, a goofy jokester, an inquisitive soul (evident through his vacation reads of William James), and an integral part of our community with a clear passion for any and all students. He will be greatly missed. less

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This is my favorite photo of Michael Suvak. Michael was my statistics professor during the first year of my doctoral program. I had listed him as my third choice for a PhD mentor and only knew that he was a strong statistician and did research on... moreThis is my favorite photo of Michael Suvak. Michael was my statistics professor during the first year of my doctoral program. I had listed him as my third choice for a PhD mentor and only knew that he was a strong statistician and did research on traumatic stress. When we went around introducing ourselves during the first stats class, I mentioned my interest in childhood trauma. He pulled me aside after class and asked if I would be interested in working as his graduate research assistant. He was leading a project focused on disseminating evidence-based treatment for children and adolescents impacted by trauma. I was so excited and so grateful he had offered me this position. In his infinite thoughtfulness, he also invited me to join his lab meetings, as I was the first graduate student in my own mentor’s lab. He gave me a research home and family that truly saved me in my first few years of graduate school. As I got to know Michael, both in class and as his RA, it became clear to me just how lucky I was to have the opportunity to work with him. He was brilliant, kind, compassionate…our meetings were always unpredictable, some filled with hours of work, others with meaningful conversation. When I was struggling both in my personal and academic life, Michael was the only Suffolk faculty member whom I trusted enough to disclose personal information. Our weekly meetings became check-ins on how I was managing and how he could offer additional support. In fact, my very last conversation with Michael was in the hallway at Suffolk. We were no longer working together on the grant, I was rarely seeing him, but he stopped and took a moment to ask me how I was doing…how my family was…if I needed anything. Michael had many roles in my life. He was my professor, my second mentor, my statistics consultant, my source of support. When I look at this photo of Michael, I see his intelligence, his sincerity, his awkwardness, his silliness, his sarcasm. I was scrolling through old email exchanges we had, and I found one from April 26, 2017. The email started with him saying, “McKenna, I hope that you haven’t been missing me so much.” Michael, if only you knew how much I miss you now. less

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If memory serves, Jaime introduced me to Michael around the time he was thinking about applying to BU, and I was maybe a year or two into the program. (I didn't have kids yet, and I was young enough to meet at a bar without too much juggling...) I... more

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So sorry to learn of Michael's passing. I'm thinking of his family in this difficult time - Maghnus

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I've known Michael since we worked in the same lab with me 20 years ago, and he has been in my life through various collaborations and shared connections since then. The thing I will miss most about Michael is his incredibly sharp wit and his ability to... more

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My deepest condolences to the Suvak family. I can’t accurately express how saddened I am to hear of Michael’s passing. He was such a great mentor to me and was there for me during a rough time in my life. His contributions to both the field and in... more

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