This issue is one that simply amazes me even ten years out of the cult.
A friend who was attending meetings and trying, albeit marginally, to be a JW had a baby (with my ex wife), and his mother wailed "I don't ever want to know that baby, why should I love it when it's just going to be killed in armageddon!"
So I went to the hospital to see the lil one, 1lb 12 1/2 oz, they didn't know if he was gonna live. Here I could be forgiving and go see the baby that resulted from an infidelity where I was the 'injured party' because it wasn't the baby's fault and it was undeniably my daughter's new little brother, but the child's own granny couldn't get past her own despicable judgement of the baby's dad and mom.
My own mom, may God forgive her, has been a constant fountain of ill-considered sentiments and backhanded comfort. She told one of my girlfriends who was greiving bitterly over the loss of her sister who had been in training to be a nun, "better dead than a nun!"
She recently informed me that I am 'the evil slave' even though she 'loves me like a son.'
I have been roundly castigated for visiting my father's grave every memorial day. Only one other sibling has ever visited, to my knowledge, my eldest brother 'non-dub' who was also the only one to show and help put dad into the ground after his embarrasing, JW-like memorial service.
They scoff and snort as they mockingly and derisively dismiss the notion out of hand, the bastards. My dad was never a JW, but he was a generous soul who always had a kind word and time for any of 'em and they can't even show decency and respect!
You know, when Jesus said that family members would turn on each other, I don't think he meant it as a command, yet these 'people' are following it as if he meant precisely that.
And they are proud of their deplorable perversion of truth and love.
Roller