i'm not okay

It's hard to begin. In the late fall my daughter told me that she was selling her farm and moving to Quebec.I was extremely upset however I did not show it. She's an adult, married and they had always talked about moving to Quebec someday. It's where his family is. My only comment at the time was you can't miss a Christmas with me. I'm so lame.My husband was angry, but at the same time knew she was doing what she wanted. His concern - we've financially supported the farm for the past 7 years.So our daughter thinks my husband is a jerk and I'm really okay.I'm not okay.In fact, I'm miserable. The farm had become this haven for me. I would go out, work, build fencing, clean messes, visit and commune with my horses. The farm has influenced my art - has made me step up a level in my practice. I've developed two new bodies of work, one totally farm related and the other ancestrally related to Sicily and the land.I have three horses on the farm. Two that I am very close to. My daughter suggests that I can board them nearby. The cost would be prohibitive for two giant pets that can no longer be ridden. They can move to Quebec where she can use them for her therapy program or I can sell them.I get heart palpitations every time I now drive to the farm. I'm disengaging. I'm hurting. I don't want to add this burden to my daughter's.I'm not okay.