My son Jake graduated from High School a couple of weeks ago and my Dad sent him a nice sum of grad money, as a gift and to tell him how proud he was of him. Also in the card was to remind of his upbringing as a JW and that in time he hopes he embraces it again.
When Ginger died he came to the funeral and we started talking again , after 3 years of silence. He told me that he would be there for me and that we would stay in touch, he lives 5 hours from me. He has kept that promise and calls quiet often. I bascially told him as we were standing over my Sister that I didnt know what to believe anymore, in Heaven , or just what will happen to this world.
He took it as good and told me he understands I have been hurt, and he took some responsibility for my pain over the years. We talked alot and he told me things I wish he would have told me 20 years ago. Actually some of the things he told me were very serious , and I told him things and together we put something together about someone who might have abused me when I was little. He was so hurt and angry and said if he had known he would have killed this person. My Mother knew but I never knew she didnt tell him.
Now when we talk he tells me about all he is doing in the congregation, the new mags, etc. etc. He even broke my heart when he told me......." I know you....... I know you had the strong faith , you brought me back in when I was d/a and because of you and I back, and I know......I KNOW , that you will find your way back".
Well, the way that I am , when my Daddy says things like that it tears me up. I have always wanted to make him proud of me.
I know he is sincere in wanting to help me, he wants me to have the hope of the resurrection as he does. Sometimes I wish I could beleive that again, but I can't lie to myself. Now I know alot on this board have found other religions and other beliefs,,,,,,,but so far I havent.
I just think you die and that is it. At least for right now , that is how I believe, and I am ok with that.
It is just hard to see him finally trying to be in my life , and I truly believe he believes and it hurts him to see me as a lost sheep. It makes it hard to talk to him , knowing that he wants so much for me to be comforted . Sometimes I don't tell him how bad I am hurting so he doesnt try so hard to comfort me with "the truth".
The weird thing is ........at this time, I wish I believed . Life is so unfair, so bitter sometimes, it seems it would be better to live in a fanatsy world . Then I come back to reality and thank goodness for the life I have now of freedom. Now I just have a little hope that there just might be something on the other side of this life and Ginger, Mama and me will meet again.