My dad was in a bad way at home. Not taking care of himself. Not eating well. Sad. Lonely. No one in my family could bring him out of his depression after my mom died. Lucy was the one who was able to cajole him into accepting a couple of hours of help a week at home and, ultimately, get some bereavement counseling. I know he’ll never be the same after losing my mom, but the fact that he can interact with us as a family, again, is light years from where he was. Thank you, Lucy.