My heart stopped for a few beats yesterday just after a special piece of my treasured china crashed to the ground. I may have even let out a primal scream as the tragedy transpired. This china was passed down from my husband's grandmother, to his mother, to me. I scored it while helping my in-laws move from their big house to their less than big house several years back. I think I caught my mother-in-law in a weak moment when she released the box of china to me. I've cherished it ever since and yesterday, well, I feel like I've lost a little piece of history. It seemed almost primal to just throw the pieces in the trash. I felt if I documented the carnage, at least we'd have proof that it once was....even if it was in pieces.