When my Dad was in the hospital, My Mom and I would visit with him everyday, all day long. After several weeks of sitting in the hospital, we were running on empty. Dorothy invited us over to Sunday dinner, telling us to come eat and then we could return to the hospital. When we walked in, the table was set, a spaghetti dinner was ready and Dick and Dorothy’s smiling faces melted away all the anguish we were feeling, restoring us physically and spiritually. I’ll never forget that kindness!