BBM Scentamental, Your thoughtful post is very powerful in my opinion. As someone who suffered through the murder of my brother many, many years ago, I can tell you that you have described exactly what our family was going through. My brother was missing for ten days, and I can attest to how devastating it is not knowing where your loved one is. You wonder where they are. Are they okay? Are they suffering somewhere, alone, and you can't do anything to help them? Will you ever see them again? Will you ever be able to tell them you love them one more time? But the worst part -- you can't stop your mind from imagining every horrible scenario -- over and over again. You can't eat, and sleep is measured in minutes, not hours. Your friends try to say the right things, but you're not really listening because your brain is still imagining all the horrible scenarios. You go through the motions of everyday life, but you'll remember very little of it. You go from complete numbness to crying uncontrollably. The waiting game is excruciating. And then you hear the news that you didn't want to hear, but deep in your soul you knew was inevitable. A different rush of emotions overwhelms you from the finality of it. At least during the waiting game, there was always a tiny glimmer of hope. But now, that hope has been obliterated by a few words from a police officer. We were told that his badly beaten body had been found on the side of the freeway. I believe he was discarded like an empty, plastic grocery bag. During the waiting game, my family shed so many tears that by the time we had his funeral, we had very few left to give. We were numb again. Onlookers may have assumed we were uncaring. We weren't. We were all just mentally and physically beyond exhausted. I hope this post isn't too OT. I just wanted to shed some light on what it's really like for the grieving family. I know it's an old cliche, but I truly wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.