I know a lot of folks in Minneapolis, some of whom are on Mindsay, who travel on a bridge that crosses the Mississippi river each day. That bridge, Washington Bridge, has collapsed during rush hour traffic this Wednesday. I've only heard from a few, who are also in shock, over this tragedy. My heart leapt and now aches as I watch the footage on TV. I've been on this bridge myself. It is shocking to see it in ruins. My first thoughts go out to my old pal, Bonnie, and my old best friend, Andrew, and his sister, Julie, hell, anyone I know who lives in Minneapolis! I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. It's surreal. I also have cousins who live near the University -- it's going to be awhile, I know, before I hear from everyone, but I pray tonight that everyone is okay. I don't want to hear that someone else I know has died.
There has been a death in my family. On the day that I emphasized pride for my family heritage, my aunt Vivian died. The last time I saw her was during my uncle Orly's funeral. I don't yet know the details behind her death, but I do know she had some battles with breast cancer and was in remission. Looks like I will be attending a funeral again, possibly this weekend, and in the Minneapolis area, no less!
I also just got word from my mother. She just woke up from a Morphine-induced coma that only now I just heard about! Coreene has been suffering from advanced Parkinson's related symptoms and her pain is intense, so they've tried a Morphine drip. I think she was over medicated. In any case, she woke up asking for Vivian. She knew before she was told that her youngest sister died. I'm not surprised. That's the family intuition working again.
In any case, I don't think I'm going to bed any time soon. I'm just worried as all hell!
