D's grandfather. Esteemed executive, former vice president of our province's railway crown corporation. Never seen without polished shoes and an ironed crease down the length of his trousers. Larger than life. Proud, hard working man. But now, later, his brain erodes. The police in New West find him wandering in the night, dressed in ladie's capris, confused and scared. He wandered into the homeless shelter and someone, thank god, someone did the right thing. Bless the shelter a thousand times, bless the patience of that police officer. Bless the community that takes care of its elders.

Meanwhile, his daughter, my aunt-in-law, wanders the street in tears, searching for her father. Desparate, panicked, and alone. Her daughter in hospital suffering from post-partum depression. Her husband diagnosed with terminal prostate cancer. And now, she misplaced her father.