My JW grandmother passed away last night after a long battle with Alzhemers Disease. She suffered a lot at the end of her life, a shell of who she ounce was, so I am happy she is at peace. As I mentioned my brother died a short three months ago. It has been a difficult time for everyone. But as an "outsider", a "former JW", who hasn't been a Witness since the age of 18, I dread these situations because it highlights how the religion causes unnecessary drama and headache in already sad situation.
Of course I will have to attend the Kingdom Hall. Out of respect I will do it, although I dread it with everything in me. I will see a good portion of my family, HALF will even refuse to acknowledge my existence. WHY? Because I choose to not believe in their religion. I will see friends I grew up with who will act like a dog on the street deserves more acknowledgement than me. RIGHT? And then finally I will have to sit in front on an elder preach on the JOYS OF DEATH and how she is "saved" and will live again in a Paradise on earth. I will try to do this without making any vomit sounds out of my mouth. Afterwards everyone will go to their funeral dinners, I will have to drive back home (over 3 hours) without any further interaction with family or former friends.
No one can tell that JW doesn't break up and destroy families. No one.