By the time I arrived, the electricity was restored, supermarkets were open and the phones were working. What I saw were porches blown off, shrubs and trees either gone or damaged, and the roof of the clubhouse was gone. Fortunately my place had minor damage.
Through word of mouth I did learn what had happened to some of the people who live here.

One 91 year old gentleman has lived in his home for the past 32 years but when the ceiling of his condo caved in, he had to vacate.
"Yet he was almost forcibly dragged by a case manager to a retirement center a few miles away."
"Repairs haven't even started on his apartment but when they're done, he isn't so sure he'll go back."
He, like others that relocated to the assisted living facility like eating in the dining room, like their new lifestyle where someone else takes care of life's basics and there are plenty of people their age.
What a life saver the assisted living facility is for these people, whether they decide to stay there permanently, or just use this time to pull themselves together.
Maybe something good with come out of Wilma, afterall.