I'm with the TireBiter on this one, Mr. Flipper (may you have peace!)... certainly as to kudos for the son... and sadness for the mom. I mean, while I can understand everyone's anger (although not entirely, sorry)... I guess I'm wondering what more we really could expect her to say/write. This is, after all, what "they" know, isn't it? ALL they know? And pretty much all that they're permitted to know? And so, when I read it, I "hear" a woman who believes her child has abandoned God... and so is doing her best to say, "I don't quite understand what you're going through, but please come back - I'm/we're here for you." Which is what most mothers would say... under ANY similar circumstance... even if the tables were turned and she was the one who was out and the child on their way in.
Rather than anger, I felt sorrow for her. TRULY sorry. Like non-smokers feel for smokers who've got that awful cough thing going on. Or how thin/fit people feel about severely overweight people. You know, that "train-wreck, but I can't look away" kind of feeling... where it's felt that they COULD "do something" about whatever... and you are more than willing to HELP... but you know there really isn't anything you CAN do unless/until the person WANTS help? My heart grieved for her, NOT for the loss of her son... but, like Tirebiter said, her "blindness." It is REALLY pretty severe... and painful to look at.
Don't get me wrong - you know I'm not a WTBTS sympathizer/apologist. I think here, though, the "mom" in me was touched. My advice (if anyone cares to hear it, which I highly doubt, but here goes anyway)? Help the son prepare a response that shows mom that everything she believes in and stated here... is either improperly and unnecessarily guilt inducing, inaccurate, or a downright LIE. Do this, dear Mr. Flipper, and one of two things will happen: (1) either SHE'LL get it... and get out, or (2) she won't write any similar letters any time soon. Sometimes silence is less understood to be as apathy, as it is to be agreement, affirmation, perhaps even accepance.
Just my $0.02... for whatever it's worth (in this case, $0.02).
Again, peace to you (and Mrs. Flipper)!
Your servant and a slave of Christ,
SA
(and moms really know how to "do" guilt!).