I am assuming most of you have heard about the I-35 bridge collapse in Minneapolis. We use that bridge frequently. Thankfully, my husband's commute is a few miles away (the road to it is completely torn up for widening but it still isn't that far). But, we do use the bridge every time we go to the airport. My husband crosses it for his monthly eye appointments. My parent's crossed it twice this weekend. I-35 goes straight from us down to within an hour of their place.
It is a horrible tragedy. And I am a bit depressed but thankful. Thankful that four of the lanes were closed so that when the bridge collapsed during rush hour there weren't as many people on it. Thankful that God's hand supported the school bus full of children and while a few sustained injuries none of those children were killed. Thankful for all the people who helped others. Thankful it didn't occur this weekend when my parent's crossed it or ten days ago when hubby had an eye appointment. I guess it is a small thing to find a different route to the airport later this month when my in-laws come.