There are some days we can never forget. There are some days we never should forget. August 1, 2007 is both.
It was one of the hardest days in the history of Minneapolis. Thirteen people died suddenly, without warning, for no reason other than they were driving across a bridge that never should have collapsed. They didn’t all live in Minneapolis, but they were Minneapolis: people of every background who were working hard to raise their families, make a contribution to others, and do right in the world.
They were loved by those around them, and are still loved: by their sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, neighbors, and friends, and by our city. The lives of those that loved, and love them have been altered forever.