Daddy came out to greet us as we pulled into the driveway Wednesday evening. He greeted each of us with a hug. He told us he had missed us, he’s grown so used to having us around. He asked us if we had heard what had happened. We said no; we’d been listening to the comedy channel on XM for most of the drive. He told us that a bridge in Minnesota collapsed. Um, okay. It didn’t really register with us, not knowing what exactly transpired and being so numb for the road (and other events, which I will detail later). As we went into the house, the TV was on. He described in more detail what had happened. He said he was so glad we were ok.
Earlier that day, we too traveled over the Mississippi River. Without incident. As we’ve done so many times before. Lucky us.
My thoughts and prayers are with the people affected by this tragedy.
