I'm 82, have suffered the loss of siblings and friends, and experience gnawing anxiety and depression about what lies ahead. If you're like me, you can't believe how fast time goes as you age. To help chase some of the gloom, I joined the choir at my church, putting me in touch with about a dozen friendly people. That move has helped me. But I still have a demon in my head that feeds me negative thoughts. They obsess me. I think about nursing homes, death, and sundry other cheerful topics. However, medication helps to suppress these thoughts. I take a highly effective tranquilizer that makes me feel normal. Be aware, however, that most physicians are wary of this remedy because it can increase the risk of falling or having a traffic accident. Soon, I will be seeing therapist who, I hope, can extirpate my demon. I hope you find a way to rejuvenate your life. You must be a good person to care so much about your daughter's tragic death and to carry the memory of her into old age.