I had a nice time last nightâ€Šâ€”â€Šspent with friends as we enjoyed a whimsical performance by some talented folksâ€Šâ€”â€Šfollowed by light-hearted talk at a rooftop bar. I gazed at the amazing view of downtown Minneapolis while the vibrant street life unfolding below. I fiercely love this community that I call home.
I had a good night.
I awoke this morning to the news of another manâ€™s passingâ€Šâ€”â€Ša truly senseless deathâ€Šâ€”â€Šhis name wasÂ Philando CastileÂ and Minnesota was also his home.
He will no longer have nice nights.
He will no longer enjoy time with friends and family.
He will no longer experience the comfort of a community that he called home and likely fiercely loved.
Today, Iâ€™m profoundly sadâ€Šâ€”â€Šitâ€™s not the first timeâ€Šâ€”â€Šbut this one really hurts hard.
I believe thereâ€™s a better way for all of us to live and enjoy this brief time that we share. Life is never easy, itâ€™s frankly hard. Itâ€™s also the most remarkable event that will ever happen to us. Itâ€™s the struggle for a better future, not just for ourselves, but for everyone, that truly defines our place and time.
This struggle is called hope.
Iâ€™m heartbroken, but not deterred. I will continue to work hard to make hope happen for everyone because I love our community.