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When my dad was first diagnosed with dementia he went missing for almost 3 weeks. He was basically roaming around the Bay Area. Getting on different buses, but couldn’t figure out how to get home. I was only able to keep track of him because the lady at the bank felt so bad for me that she would tell me if he had had a transaction on his card the previous day so I could know if he was still alive. I had basically got to the point where I was starting to accept that we might not find him. My auntie (his sister) posted these pictures on her story and the Cousin group chat went up. It don’t matter if your brother is missing and has dementia you gotta get sympathy from the heauxs‼️‼️‼️‼️