... He instantly recognized his house. His wife (Older than him. Both in their 90's) was there with a deputy about to go look.
Good job.
Awesome! Way to go, Izzy!
My Grandfather was a wanderer at the end and, living in a sleepy little town, always had someone looking out for him. (The guy that owned the donut store - Grandpa's favourite destination on his midnight rambles - was the best. Gave him his favourite donut whenever he'd wander in, listen to whatever story he wanted to tell, and then would convince him that he needed to go home "so Edith won't worry." Thankfully the house and store were in sight of each other.) Eventually, it got so that we put alarms in all the doors so that my Grandma would hear him when he'd try to leave.
Goes to show that there are good people, like Izzy, out there. It really pays to be part of the community. My grandparents lived in that small town for over 45 years, and as the Post Master and a high school teacher, and members of one of the local churches, most everyone knew my Grandfather. It definitely upped the safety and security factor.