"I looked out my window, onto the padio to see the damage that had been done. Our house rested 15 feet in the air on stands, and yet the water was shored directly parallel to the padio. I looked over the brush of remaining trees to see that another, more vicious wave was coming. I hurried my wife and myself to the back room. The pressure of the wave hit hard, busting the all the windows out and when the damage had been done in the back, the pressure of the floor boards released and busted through the seems of the planks. In a matter of minutes our bedroom was filled to the ceiling with water. Somehow we were able to make it too the attic. Our attic was less developed as others, only having the framed 2x4 boards to walk along. If you stepped wrong, or tripped, you would fall through the drywall and crash into the water. We sat up there for 2 days."
"A few hours after I had been in the attic, I was able to bust a hole through the vents to the roof. The second day we saw a motor boat rummaging the newly formed lake. I shouted to him, Over here! Help, Please!, but they ignored us. Instead they went into our neighbors house and proceeded to loot the valuables, then left off to another vaccant home."
"On the later of that day, the water level had dropped enough that I could work with my remaining supplies. I discovered that my boat had survived the waves. Conveniently, I prepared for a flooding, but nothing of this magnitude. We could only bring a handful of items, such as medicine, with us. The boat was unstable in the hostile waters, and the motor of the boat was useless, now flooded with salt water. We rowed our way to safety with sigh of an unsettling relief, and a fear of what was to come."

The story my uncle, once stood strong, now a broken man.