Hi all,
I had an account on here sometime ago but forgot the login, but I often read the site.
A long-term friend of mine, a JW, asked me to go to his Grandmothers JW funeral a few weeks ago.
I was hesitant obviously. I haven't been to a KH in over 5 years.
I am not DF/DA. I decided to quit in 2007 following my failed marriage to a JW.
The person who died was a very well-respected JW Pioneer. She had been doing it for over 30+ years, all she spoke about was the 'truth' and what was in the latest magazines. She had no other conversation.
Obviously, I didn't want to let my friend down. He had kept in touch with me since I left, never judged, and I was the first person he came to when he learned of his Grandmothers passing.
He said that it would mean a lot to him if I came along, so I decided to make the effort.
Imagine the scene.
I haven't been in this KH for over 5 years. The 'attendant' didn't even recognised me when I entered the foyer with my current partner. He asked whether I was a friend of the family. Once I told him who I was, he looked shocked. He ushered me into the main hall and because there wasn't any seats, he gave his one up so I could sit down.
The service was tedious at best. I would say 40% was spent talking about the deceased, 60% about the 'truth' and how we could take this opportunity to learn more about the 'truth' and that it was the only way to see our dead loved ones again. He babbled on about storing up treasures in heaven instead of on earth and the usual rhetoric about how the world is passing away, paradise earth, blah, blah, blah.
The Elder doing the service - someone who took me under his own wing when I was young. On a personal level, he is a nice enough guy, but totally blinded by the cult and its teachings to the point where he would get aggressive with you if you ever dared to question anything.
I remember talking to him once about his son and what he would do if there came a time where he didn't want to come to the meetings.
His response: "He wouldn't have a choice - he'll be going whatever".
I left it at that.
I took the time to watch the congregation whilst the service was going on and there was no emotion whatsoever - instead lots of nodding heads and rustling through the Bible whilst I sat staring at the speaker. I think he noticed me and at one point was talking directly at me for a spell. I sat stern faced looking back.
Why am I writing this?
In a lot of ways, it gave me closure. I felt almost cleansed
I saw my friend at the end of the service and shook his hand. A couple of other JW's spoke to me, asked how I was, I answered politely that I was fine, and walked away from them. Most of the rest saw me, but didn't come and speak which was good.