I had completely forgotten about one of the saddest stories I had after Katrina that involved someone staying on a boat (we were kind of overloaded with sad stories.)
Our relief base was set up just north of where the Gulfport Harbor had been (Katrina just completely scoured it off the face of the earth). It was just flat.
Three days later, a Vietnamese lady in her fifties walks up to our base and says she is trying to find the harbor (and, it's hard understand how common that was, with everything gone, it was easy to not to know where you were going, or where you were.)
So, we told her, "The harbor's just over there, but there's nothing left. What are you trying to go there for?" What she said broke my heart after that.
She, said, "My husband rode it out on our shrimp boat in Gulfport Harbor." Now, normally, all the shrimp boats, very few of which have hull coverage because they are all old, and many are still made of wood, and/or they can't afford it, haul butt up into the upper river reaches for hurricanes. So, I asked her, "Are you sure he didn't just go up one of the rivers?" And, she explained their motor had been broken and he was trying to fix it to go up the river, but called her and he told her he couldn't fix it so he just going to ride it out at the marina.
Now, at this point, I had been all over that area, and there was no shrimp boat washed up anywhere. If it was there, it was sunk, or smashed into unrecognizable debris. And, this had been three days, and I'm thinking, if her husband was still alive, he could have walked home. But, the cell towers were all gone, so you could be somewhere and have trouble letting people know. But, after three days, I'm thinking, this guy's probably dead. But, I couldn't say that to her.
We just kept saying, "There are no shrimp boats over there anywhere." And, she was crying, and we kept asking her if we could give her a ride somewhere and she shook us off and started walking toward the harbor. What could you do? That story of missing people was repeated all over the place, even some of our people. I never figured out if he was one of the Vietnamese people who died, or if he had made it somewhere and just hadn't been able to communicate, yet.