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Minneapolis-St. Paul, my thoughts and prayers are with you

I can imagine how the catastrophe of the bridge collapse is affecting your entire community. I can barely, only imagine how it is affecting those personally involved. Many prayers and positive thoughts.

copyright 2007 Julie Pippert
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S said…
It's horrific to watch -- I can't imagine how horrific it must have been to experience.
August 2, 2007 at 8:01 AM
Kyla said…
It is so awful.
August 2, 2007 at 8:54 AM
Christine said…
my heart goes out to them, too. by friend (the one who lost her mom) had just left Minneapolis last night. . .
August 2, 2007 at 11:50 AM
Catherine said…
I've been wanting to post on this, but I can't quite. I grew up there, and have been on that bridge a million times. Its so bizarre to see a tragedy on TV that you recognize, if that makes sense. I have a cousin that typically goes that route home from work at that time....but didn't that day. I have friends from high school that I can't help but wonder about...

maybe I'll post this on my own blog too...
August 3, 2007 at 2:51 PM
Catherine said…
Ok, I just did. thanks for your help.
August 3, 2007 at 3:06 PM
epi said…
I feel the same catherine - I grew up in northern minnesota but went to school at the U for a year, and I know that area so well. I used to walk on the cedar bridge (just parallel to I35-W) all the time... and many of my friends live in the cities now as well; i can't imagine what it will be like next time i go back.
August 5, 2007 at 5:19 PM
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