June 10, 2017 I broke today. Into a thousand pieces I broke. The sound of my breaking was deafening... even to me. Screams so long and so loud their lamenting reverberated in my ears and my throat felt like shards of glass were flooding through it. I screamed for the moments I couldn't. *That moment when the car began flipping.... and it all seemed so surreal. *That moment when I looked at my hand and it was torn open, bleeding and fingers were mangled. Not good, not good but that couldn't be my hand. *That moment when my husband was suspended, hanging forward limp in his seatbeat his face obscured by blood... not knowing if he were alive. I can't live without him. *That moment when I saw the fear and confusion in my daughters' eyes as they were being pulled out of our vehicle's windows through shattered glass. I see blood. What don't I see? How badly are they injured? *That moment when I saw my mother's head on my feet with h...