My father was a Korean war veteran. After my mom passed my dad had health problems and trouble coping with the loss of his wife. They were high school sweet hearts.
My brother and I convinced him to start traveling. Go see the country. He did it. One year he went to Florida. He got a hotel room and he rented a car. He did not tell us he was going. He just decided to go one day.
I got a phone call from the VA in Miami. My father showed up there in bad shape. His heart was not pumping enough blood and they were going to put in a pace maker. They told me my father had driven himself to the VA. He did not remember where his hotel was. He could not remember where the rented car was.
I called my brother and we started making plans to fly down there. A short time later The VA called again. They told us they had found the car. They also found the hotel where my father was staying. If I remember correctly the hotel was a hundred miles away. Somehow my father knew something was wrong and he drove a hundred miles to the VA. He could not remember the drive. Unreal.
The VA called the hotel and asked them to pack up his belongings and ship it home. They paid with my fathers credit card. They then called the airport, got him a ticket home after they put in the pace maker. They gave him a ride to the airport. My brother and I did not have to do a thing. It was amazing.