Martha Recknor Johnson
No Christmas greeting from Dwight and my returned Christmas card told me something was wrong. I am so saddened to learn of Dwight's passing. I first met him in the late '80s at Riverside Rehabilitation Institute when he was a patient and I worked in the admissions office. I would look forward to Dwight's daily swing by the office to regale us with his joke of the day. Through the years we stayed in touch, and because we had a shared love of music, Dwight would occasionally send me CDs of jazz bands that he liked and thought I would like, too. But what I will always hold most precious, was that when he would see me or send me an audio message, he would sing the opening of the Beatles' song "Martha My Dear." That song is forever entwined in my heart with happy memories of Dwight. My sincere condolences to his family.