Dearest Friends,
I returned from work, turned on the PC and couldn't believe my eyes. I am overwhelmed yet not surprised by such a loving response. I was actually feeling sad for the losses others on JWD have recently experienced. Tragic - all tragic. Then, unexpectedly, I thought of Mom and Dad and the chasm that separates us.
What you dear friends have revealed this afternoon tells me that the sharp pain of bereavement may dull over time but never truly disappears. I can relate to virtually every experience you have shared.
On the score of how our former faith creates an unbridgeable gap - figurative death - between us and them, I want to end with a quotation from a very famous book that I put up a few weeks ago. It goes to show that some "believing" parents do question the religious path they have chosen for themselves and their captive children:
Dedicated to the memory of
my Father, who while dying
said to me, "Son, have we
been wrong in our religion?"
W.J. Schnell, THIRTY YEARS A WATCH TOWER SLAVE, The Confessions of a Converted Jehovah's Witness, Copyright 1956.
You are all dear and I love you,
CoCo