ABSTRACT
The death of those with whom we are close is always dif®cult. It can be especially so when there is not an opportunity to mourn the death with others. Although family members, friends, and colleagues spoke at Stephen Mitchell's funeral and at the memorial service, no patients to my knowledge did.1 My memory of Steve as my analyst may be not only interesting, but also useful to others who knew Steve as teacher, supervisor, or reading group leader, but did not have or take the opportunity to voice their feelings. Because he made such revolutionary changes in psychoanalytic theory, it also seems important to have some record of the way he actually worked.
