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 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.