A few years after I faded, a JW "friend" me came over to my house to see how I was after I had a serious accident and he heard about it through the grapevine. He hadn't visited me in my "new" home even though I'd been there two years, so you can judge how good a friend he was. Still, he at least tried to visit me which was more than I could say for the many other "friends" I had made at the Kingdom Hall who never even visited me once.
Anyway, my live-in girlfriend opened the door on his surprise visit and let him in, not realizing that I might have not wanted him to come in. Oh well. There I was, convalescing on the couch in front of the huge Christmas tree she and her mother had just put up in my living room. My girlfriend offered him Thanksgiving Turkey we had eaten the day before during our huge feast at my house, which still had all the settings and trimmings left over for him to see and partake from.
He ate the turkey dinner, looked at the tree while asking me how I was and spied my girlfriend return from our bedroom having changed into modest sleepwear.
He left looking puzzled. I've never seen nor heard from this "good friend" since, in any way, good or bad.
That's OK, I've made tons of better friends than him in the mean time that accept me just the way I am and who like to celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving with me.
I don't really miss him.
Brock Talon