One week from today, my parents will be going back home.
And it is an amazing feeling to know that our worst fears, or even our smallest fears, were never realized.
When we were at the end of two days of dizzying work evacuating them from the Dakota Dunes almost three months ago, we all were saying "Let's hope all this work is for nothing."
And it was.
Despite the record flooding, not a drop of water went into my parents' home, thank God.
Tragedy was averted. The sandbags AND prayers helped us escape the flood.
And while it might be easy to second-guess our efforts, I have to say I'm very happy it happened. The entire situation made me realize even more than before why I love my hometown, and most importantly, the people there.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. If I ever have to face difficult times, or face a personal tragedy, God willing it would happen in Sioux City.
Because if it did, I know that I would not be left high and dry (pun intended).
But make no mistake, the flood did plenty of damage. The residents of Riv-R-Land Estates, just north of the Dunes, are wiped out, literally. And many residents of the Dunes also are facing either groundwater or floodwater in their homes.
We were lucky, not everyone was.
And for those impacted, I can only say that your neighbors are good people. Probably people you've gotten to know a little bit better through all this. So lean on them. And let them lean on you.
Next weekend, when I toast to my parents' return to their home, I'll also be toasting to my peeps.
Don't listen to the rest of the world, Siouxland...you people rock!