My oldest daughter,my best friend just 4 days after her 33rd bday,as if that wasnt enough I lost so so much more. Sherry(my daughter) and 2 of her friends(i was also close to them) drove to the city to spend her bday weekend w her best friend. They were going to be home by 6 on Sunday. I had talked to her off and on that weekend,we were more like friends than mom/daughter. We did everything together. I was very uneasy all weekend but didnt really know why. Even though Sherry was grown and had her own family she still texted and let me know where she was going,when she was leaving and always let me know when she was back. Around 4 that day I knew they were headed back and knew to expect a call around 6 that she made it home and what they did. I didnt hear from her and her then husband called and asked if I had heard from her yet and I said no but my anxiety had really kicked in by then and I just knew something was wrong. I started calling and texting her and her friends that was w her-no answer. So I started calling hospital,Sheriffs, Hiway Patrols anything I could think of. I called her friend that she had been at and thought well maybe they had gotten a last start. Her friend said no actually they had left earlier and she thought they would be home by now. I remember bits and pieces of the next few hrs. I remeber the call and I remember screaming and just running down the street to my brother in laws house but being afraid to even knock on his door for some reason so I ran back the 2 blocks home, I dont know if somebody called my husband or what but he showed up and we went over to her house. I had to go in and tell her 7 yr old,her 9 yr old and 10 yr old step daughters that she wasnt coming home to them. The nightmare didnt end and I am still living it. Just 6 weeks after her death her widow moved in 1 of her other friends. I was in shock,I was sick,I was mad. Just 2 weeks after he moved her in to MY DAUGHTERS HOUSE W MY DAUGHTERS FAMILY,he called my other daughter to come and get her things. I was loosing her family all together,her kids were ripped apart. Because I was so angry I said things I shouldnt have and for punishment he refused to let us see the baby and of course we had no rights to his kids,who we considered our grandkids also. We had to get a lawyer and fight for visitation for the baby. Her oldest came to live w us and I was dealing w her hurt and trying to comfort her while Im being ripped apart. While we were fighting to see our granbaby we had to watch as he bought her 2 new SUVs,him a new truck,a new travel trailer and a cruise to Jamaica. He also sold their house and bought a new house for him and his new family. I hurt from loosing Sherry,from loosing the 2 friends w her,loosing 3 grandkids ,and I hurt for her girls who were now wo their mommy and ea other and any kind of life as they knew it. I just dont know how I can ever heal from any of this, I cant wrap my head around feeling this way for the rest of my life. As her bday and her angelversary draws closer and closer Im becoming mure and more anxious. Its almost 3 yrs and absolutely nothing has gotten any easier.