Akiva and Ahuva Lewin were with their father at the Lakewood Cemetery to honor their grandfather, as it had been ten years since he had passed away.
Their father had held off on taking them until this day because he had felt that they were too young to understand what it meant that their grandfather had been gone for so long.
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What is the value of a life? Moreover, who can be held accountable for determining the value of a life and who can judge when a life should come to a close? Can it be that a person can properly make the choice to end their own life?
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Sometime in High School, my brother introduced me to the wonderful world of Kurt Vonnegut. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until college that I finally got to experience his fantastic writing. He is gone now, and though I never knew him personally, I feel as though I could say that I will miss him.
June eighteenth was quite the somber day for me. I was returning from California, having spent the early part of the day at Disneyland. I was thrilled at the idea that for the cost of one days admission I had made my paper Disneyland ticket into a plastic one, complete with my digital likeness on the back, allowing me to return on practically any day until June 12 of next year. This excitement faded quickly when I was told that Aaron Spelling had suffered a stroke. It wasn’t too long before he was released from the hospital, which made me a bit optimistic he would get better. Less than a week later, however, complications from the stroke brought on his passing at the age of 83.
Douglas Noel Adams died on May 11, 2001. He was forty-nine years old. I never got to say goodbye.
by Nancy McDaniel
I’ll bet I wrote something with that title when I was a little girl. And I’ll bet it would have been pretty similar to what I’d like to say today about Daddy, or Johnny Mac, as you may have called him. Except now I think I have a few more insights about, though no less love for, this man, whom many of you called your friend. I also called him my friend. One of my favorite Father’s Day gifts to him was a plaque that said, “Happiness is having a father as a best friend.”
by Jeffrey K. Zeig, Ph.D.
[Editor’s Note: We have many distinguished and accomplished professionals who are contributors and authors of articles for GO INSIDE magazine. Dr. Kay Thompson, was a highly visible and honored woman in dentistry and in hypnosis worldwide. She wrote Autohypnosis for Bruxism for us. All of us here at GO INSIDE will remember her fondly as an incredible and wonderful person. Jeffrey Zeig, Ph.D., Director of the Milton H. Erickson Foundation, Inc., has provided this following eulogy. – Stephen Lankton, MSW]
Kay Thompson, DDS, died Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 10:20 PM of adenocarcenoma of unknown primary origin. The worlds of hypnosis and dentistry have lost an irreplaceable leader, and a great friend.
I knew Kay for 24 years during which time she was my teacher, advisor, colleague and friend. I first met her in 1974 when she taught at a regional workshop I attended that was sponsored by the American Society of Clinical Hypnosis (ASCH). She intimidated me. She was an imposing figure, so sure of herself and so talented. I already knew Erickson, and knew that Kay was one of his primary students. She and Robert Pearson, M.D. were Erickson’s chosen successors in guiding ASCH.
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