I thought I was pretty much immune to any JWs being able to tug at my heartstrings anymore.
Mr Scully and I were out shopping this morning, when someone called my name and then grabbed me and gave me a big hug. I hadn't seen her in over 15 years. Back then, she was a teenager and I was about 10 years older than her... but we hit it off really well and Mr Scully and I became really good friends with her and her parents. We moved away and lost touch - as so often happens with JW Friends™ - out of sight, out of mind - The Truth™ keeps us all so "busy".
Anyway, we chatted for about 15 minutes and did some catching up. One of her parents has been very ill for a couple of years and has undergone some rigorous treatments, all the while tending to the congregation responsibilities / assignments as usual. I was gutted to hear about how ill her parent was. Overall, it was awesome to see her again and to find out how her family is doing. We parted ways and once I was a safe distance away, I just started bawling in the middle of the store, because out of all the people we knew as JWs, these folks were just the cream of the crop, and they were people I really loved. They're honest, hard workers, loving, caring, sincere - the kind of people who truly embody the spirit of love and Christianity that I used to aspire to. They weren't the mean-spirited, dagger-tongued, competitive JWs we got to know elsewhere. If I could have picked a family to belong to, theirs would have been it.
And here I am, crying again.... .... because these are folks I genuinely miss... and because I know our previously enjoyed friendship would probably not withstand the rift between true-blue-JWs and ex-JWs.