I'm so emotionally exhausted. Everyone is taking pot shots at everyone else. If one person forgets to divulge a piece information, it's viewed as a sin. People are arguing over the dumbest stuff, and I'm caught in the middle. I understand everyone is devastated. It tells me we all love my brother so much that we can't even think straight through our, well, I don't want to say grief. He's not dead.

That IED not only took his arm, but any hope of a "regular" life. At least a year of rehab - a year when he could be spending that time with his wife, his family, his friends, he'll be spending it learning to walk again and learning how to use a bionic arm. That's a conservative estimate. We'll have a new president and my brother will still be just trying to function with what the current one has wrought.

I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of feeling angry. I'm tired of being the peacemaker. I'm just the impossible. I want my brother to not have gotten in that lead vehicle. I want to go back in time and have Florida election results actually investigated. I want to start this decade over.