Good to hear you are feeling better, Bebe. It is a very hard road to travel as many of us here know, and understand.
I also found people were kind when Henry was out in our small town, and never ever unpleasant to him. (Nor he to them although he was verbally aggressive towards me) They had known him for many years, he was well liked. If there was a small problem in certain shops, such as him losing his note written by me, they would phone me and it was quickly sorted out.
He was out every day, although with passing time and progression of dementia the note with where to go, what to do, became shorter and shorter, and it took him longer and longer! Sometimes I’d set off, worried, to look for him and there he would be just coming round the corner. He insisted on his usual routine, and I tried, with adaptions, to comply and keep his life as normal as could be.
He never ever forgot the way home.
Wishing you better days and some peace of mind.
Loo x