My parents were murdered back in 2001. I feel very depressed every time a image of how my parents would have felt when they were being murdered keeps on coming to my mind.

Please share any information you might have had about their after life.

I can provide their photos on a PM incase someone can provide any reading.

Thanks

I am so sorry to hear about your parents.  

I have found with me that parents are the two people you can really count on.

Do we feel pain or anything when we die?  I don't know.  I do know that for some reason when a person dies we as people feel relieved when we find out that it was quick and they did not suffer.

As far as my religion we are to feel sad for birth and happy for death.  The opposite of how it really is.  How can we be happy for loosing the love of the ones we love?  We never really loose them at all.  They are always in our hearts and minds.  I am sure you have probally heard all of this before and it is of no comfort.

I believe your parents are in a better place.  And when the time is right you will be reconnected.  As for now you can still talk to them.  And hopefully visit with them in your dreams.  Would your parents want you to be depressed, sad, lonely, or to remember them in such a horrific way?

I again am so sorry for your sorrow.  I hope you can find happiness and remember you are never really alone.

Your parents are together and do watch over you and do love you.

I just found this site and this is my first post...I am very sorry about your parents and know it is difficult to lose them in the manner that you did. I just want you to know that your parents are alright. They truly are with you
in spirit, it was only the body that died..not the spirit. I do not say this in an effort to make you feel better. I say it because I know it to be true.

As a child of 5 years old, as I sit drawing a picture on my grandparents porch, I felt a presence behind me and turned to see a young man, who was a stranger to me, but at the same time seemed familiar. When I asked who he was, he said he was my Uncle Henry..well I thought I had met all of my Uncles, but this one I did not know. I asked why I had never seen him. His answer was "oh, I've been around honey, you just didn't see me"...which at my young age seemed logical. I was having some difficulty with the picture I was drawing of a church, so he took my hand in his and helped me draw the steeple, which I just could not seem to get right. After the picture was completed, I told him to wait and I would be right back..I wanted to show the picture to my mom and Grandma. As I got to the door I turned to assure him I would be right back....but he was gone. I ran inside forgetting about the picture and was asking "where did Uncle Henry go?"...There was dead silence in room, as everyone stared at me, then immediately went into action searching to find who I was talking about...you see, my grandparents lived on a 200 acre farm, they searched but found no one. I was then questioned as to what this man had said to me and what did he look like..., I kept insisting his name was Uncle Henry
it was then that I noticed my grandmother's face was white as a sheet and tears began rolling down her cheeks. A few days later she took out her picture box and among the pictures was a picture of the young man, which I had seen on the porch that day...and I immediately said "that's him, grandma, that's him, that's Uncle Henry!"....and that is when my grandma explained to me, that it could not possibly have been him, although, he was my Uncle Henry, he had died before I was born, at the young age of 18. I had never heard of him and the only pictures of him were in my grandma picture box, so I had never seen them until that day. I have know idea why Uncle Henry came to me that day, I only know that I am glad he did...as of that day forward, I have never questioned if there is life after death...we do not die, we only shed our bodies and continue to live on...any pain or fear your parents felt...was just a fleeting thing. Please for their sake when you think of them, try and remember the good times and their laughter. They do NOT want their death to cause you pain.

My deepest sympathies to you, my friend. I think its safe to say that we can all empathise with your situation and that we are here for you should you need the support.

I lost my parents aswell though not through the brutal harshness that you are enduring. Both my parents died of cancer, my mum when I was 16 and my dad only recently, the year before last. Maybe if you hear other's stories of renewed faith and their newfound strengths, it could help?

Personally, I have dreamed of my parents...really, they are visitations. My mum visited me a few times, conveying that she is well and happy and wanted me to get on with my life as depression consumed me for a while too. I had to grow up without a mum at the age when a girl most needs it and living in a strict, traditionalist male dominated family was a hard thing to saddle at that time. Here, I developed my backbone, in-built strength and the enduring feminine qualities of persistance and steadfastness.
My dad, after he passed away...didn't wait that long to come see me. We hugged in what felt like a place built with nothing except the purest light of love and compassion. He thanked me for forgiving him (abused me from an early age until I moved out at 18) and standing in such a love-concentrated vision of what I gathered to be "the afterlife", I knew that he was going to be fine.
It helped me to move on knowing they weren't suffering but before they could see me...I had to begin to heal and accept my lot in life. This is a tragic time for you, I understand completely...the first step to healing is accepting. It happened and unfortunetly there isn't a thing you can do.
Don't be afraid to actually "embrace" your feelings...its perfectly naturel to feel and absorb them. It's unhealthy to ignore them and once you can move through these necessary feelings, you will find that you have survived and a more complete and wise person because of it. And please, don't be ashamed to cry as its a release and part of the healing process.
I hope this in some way, if only little, has helped you. If you would like to chat, please don't hesitate *hugs*
My thoughts are with you