I was always uncomfortable driving such a large vehicle and couldn't wait to reach my destination to unpack my suitcases. I started the tank, kissed the hubs and backed out of the driveway one last time. The trip was like any other I had taken in the last 365 days; nothing out of the ordinary and typical perfect Colorado weather. The conditions were absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, weather and traffic flow do not always equate to “safety”. This is where the story takes a turn; a quick punch to the gut from left field that was so unnecessarily surprising that I had no time to react or think. In just a few moments, my perfect moving weekend turned into a nightmare. I won't say I don't remember, because there is nothing in those seemingly endless seconds that I can erase from my memory. The details are horrific and the events terrifying. I could compose pages and pages of details that would paint a clear picture of my experiences. But wait…I won’t. The reality is that it doesn't matter what the events of that day were or why they happened. No matter how angry, terrified or hopeless I felt after the accident. Although my heart is in a constant battle with my earthly desires and feelings about this, the truth is that none of these things are possible.