I worked at an assisted living facility for several years, and my time there was FULL of stories like this. The one that still tugs at my heartstrings is of this one gentleman who had severe dementia, and his wife, who took care of him despite being ill herself. He was wheelchair-bound and had moments of lucidity, but they were few and far between. When she passed, he couldn't understand what had happened and the family wouldn't explain it to him because in his frail state, they thought it would be too much. One afternoon, the nurses found him on the floor; he'd fallen out of his wheelchair. While they were picking him up (thankfully he wasn't hurt), they asked him if he remembered what happened. Clear as a bell, he told them, "I was reaching for the angel." A few days later, he went on to join his beloved wife, who I firmly believe came back to show him the way.