I'm flying out again today. These past 3 days I've been so haunted by a sweet little pasgr from the last trip out. He was an older black gentleman, distinguished, silver hair & mustache, Very handsome with clear, sparkling brown eyes sitting in coach. I had spoken with him a couple of times on my way back & forth to the aft galley, what a beautiful smile!
After landing in Lax he couldn't find his carryon suitcase. I walked back & forth with him checking every over head bin. No luggage. I asked what color it was. "dark." Was it black, blue, brown I inquired? "it may be dark green." Okay I said & countinued searching. Another FA said maybe he checked it. He didn't think so. I asked to see his ticket. He couldn't remember where it was. I looked inside his very neat, fastedious blazer & there it was in his breast pocket. A claim stub was stapled to it! Look, you have checked a bag, do you have more than one?? "No mam, just one." Oh great well, you must have forgotten that you checked it, you will find it at baggage claim! Where is that? Downstairs, lower level, on carosel 4, just follow the signs. Oh thank you so very much for your patience, Miss. No problem sir, God bless you! Big smile from both of us.
Oh My God. After talking to another FA it hit me. I really couldn't tell the whole flight that he was at all disoriented, esp working mainly up front. She said he had come out of a lav & could not find his seat. When she helped him, he had thought it was somewhere else. But another woman said, no you're sitting here, see here's your newspaper. He had looked baffled.
Oh My God. This dear, SO SWEET, neatly dressed, handsome senior citizen must have alzheimers. Tears fell from my eyes. It's so unfair. How sad, how truly, truly horrible. How can his family send him on a trip alone, & not even warn us to watch after him?? Had we known, we could have had someone meet the plane to help him. We were in the van on the way to the hotel when we all put the parts of the puzzel together.
So fucking sad. I wonder if he knows it is starting. I just feel wracked with saddness over it.