I remember one time that we went to Atlantic City. We did as we always do. Stop at Wendy's on the way there. We play a little while then go to eat at the buffet. After we ate I would play on the slots and he would walk the boardwalk, where he would always meet someone he knew. We would agree on a time t and place to meet. But one night that didn't happen. He couldn't find me. So after a while of looking, he decided to go to the bus depot and go home. I spent hours into the night looking for him. I called my daughter to see if he called her.  I even called security and had them look for him. I called my daughter again and she said call the house. He was there, sleeping.