Dorothy, Gene, and the first four children (Anna had not arrived) "saved" me from "drowning" in 1966-68. as a single male adult in a new culture because I was blessed to be within hollering distance of their home during my two years of full-time language study in Tokyo. Not only did they treat me like family close by, but I got to work with them several months in the Shibuya Japanese church Gene pastored. Their loving zeal was contagious and obvious as the Japanese flock flourished in a manner I did not see again in my church planting and strengthening efforts. I was nourished and inspired in my walk and work for the Lord. They always seemed to have loving attention to lavish on one more in order to bring that one to Christ and discipleship. Being in their home always was an opportunity to receive refreshment for the whole person. I think everyone spending time there felt special. Dorothy was gifted in making folks feel that way. Gene and the children certainly did their part. I went to Nagasaki from Tokyo and later married Rita Duke, a missionary in Taiwan, who died July 16, exactly four months before Dorothy, November 16. Years passed and Magi grew up and married David Davis and they served 1987-89 with us in Nagasaki. So Rita and I had, in a fashion, extended blessings from Dorothy as Magi and David lived lovingly among the Japanese and us "internationals". I can see young adult Magi now sitting at our piano which was hers when she played it in Mitaka as a very cute little girl, vivacious like her mother. It was a nostalgic occasion for me to remember her Mitaka home and the spirit of acceptance fosterd by her mother and father to those of us privileged to be drawn into their orbit. Dorothy was there, right in the middle by God's design to help many understand the love of God and grow in grace and knowledge and likeness of His Son. I am giving thanks for showing me His favor through Dorothy and her family. I trust that you grieving dear ones are experiencing overflowing thanksgiving amidst the tears. I tell folks that, sadly, I cannot experience Rita beside me anymore. I must think of "Rita above", serving her Lord with fullness of joy in His presence and in the place He prepared for her. This sure and happy hope turns my tears into, as it were, a celebratory fanfare of light. Such is the power of our Lord's bright and personal promises of resurrection and eternal life. God bless you all. Thank you for your loving and hard work on the impressive obituary. Love and prayers, Pratt