My brother was a magnificient individual who touched thousands of lives and had a lot of potential. My mother always mentions that Mickey was the smiliest baby she ever saw. Many people remember Mickey with an image of a large, glowing smile. Memories are the only thing that Mickey has left us now, aside from the message we all learn from his death. Mickey was a tormented soul.
Depression is a frightening disease.
As we learn more and more and Mickey, his thoughts and his soul, we see how confused he was, how desparately he wanted answers and how brilliant he was. Mickey was blessed with tremendous talent in a variety of areas. He was East High's number 1 pitcher, he was a good basketball player, he was a dedicated Jew and a tremendous writer. One never realizes the scope of their life or the number of people they touch in one way or another. Mickey didn't know, but he knows now, that he touched thousands of lives and all remember him positively.