Loss of Memory and the ReMembering

Reaching into the bottom of the backpack, I fished out an old glasses case. Having lost my glasses sometime in the preceding year, I immediately opened the case up. Out poured the sticks and lenses of my glasses - broken in several places.
I was confused. How had this happened? My heart was pounding, I didn't understand how glasses, inside the case, had been so completely and badly broken. Pulling out the remaining contents of the bag, I was searching for clues now.
It would be several weeks before I remembered. The backpack told me about the book I was reading at the time, the notes I had been making. It was close to 9/11...
A week to the day after 9/11/01, I was on my way to work, a friend was driving us through the city streets. My young daughter was strapped safely in her car-seat, in the center of the back bench. A large SUV, all black with tinted windows sped through the intersection, not slowing for the red light and clipped the front of our roommates small blue 80's model corola, covered in glowing stars. This crushed the front of the car and sent us spiraling into several donuts until we basically parallel parked along the street curb. The black SUV flipped, landed on its roof and skidded about 100ft down the road.
The front of our car had crumbled into the front passenger side, pinning my leg against the seat, my ankle twisted 180 degrees. When the door opened (I don't remember if I opened it or if it was opened from the outside) I pulled my leg out. The driver, my friend, was okay. My daughter had sat, simply, in the middle of it all and was completely fine - her position in the car was probably the safest from impact.
The SUV driver was suspended, upside down, held to his seat by his seatbelt - motionless.
In shock and deeply concerned that the driver of the other car was dead, I limped on my sprained ankle in front of traffic screaming, 'Are you okay!?!" Another commuter got out of his car and ran to me, 'Are you crazy? You were almost hit by that car." I looked at him, confused, and looking at the wrecked corola now parallel parked on the curb said, "I was hit. This car hit me." He looked at me more closely and noticed the cut across the bridge of my nose which was purple and swollen. Apparently, I'd almost been hit twice. Dark circles were beginning to form under both eyes. He asked me if i was okay, I told him my ankle hurt, then collapsed on the ground next to the black SUV and began to pound on the window "Hello!" I was crying now. "Are you okay?"
Someone had called 911. There were sirens. One of them moved me aside. The man in the black SUV responded finally to the paramedic. Suddenly moving, he took off his seat belt and climbed out of the upside down car. I don't remember if it was through the window or the door... He stood up, dusted off and called his office to inform them that he would require a ride in to work. He showed a little annoyance when he noted the scratch on his leather daytimer and another on his leather shoes. I insisted that he had to go to the hospital - because he had been unconscious and unresponsive. This seemed to annoy him more and he countered that he was completely fine and was only upset that this had made him late to the office.
I was sitting in the ambulance now. They were telling me that I was in shock, but nothing was broken. My ankle was very swollen, sprained. I went home and took the next two days off.
I spent the following months being nagged by the mystery of what had happened to my glasses. I had no memory of having them on that September morning. Then, one spring morning more than a year later in Reno - more than 600 miles from where the wreck had happened, I found them in the case and broken in several places. Upon impact, the partially full coffee mug I was holding hit me in the face, breaking my glasses and fracturing my nose.
I'll never forget the feeling of shock when I realized that I had blacked out, probably due to a concussion, and lost part of my memory.
Today I blog about this because a bracelet I lost was recently returned to me and when it was given, I had the same feeling of finding my glasses. Something feels out of place, something doesn't make sense. I feel like I missed some part of the story, even while being a part of it.