Missing Dad

Growing up when we first got a TV with a remote control Dad wouldn’t use it. He’d stand up to change channels on the actual telly, luckily there were only three back then. He said technology was making everyone lazy. He’d walked the same route daily since those days, down by the canal, cutting through the park then up by the city ground.
He’d been missing for over a week. His feet remembered the path but brain forgot his way home. The police appeal was on the local TV news but they described a confused old man not our Dad.