I don't think I've started but one or two threads before. I find myself sitting here listening to beautiful instrumental Christmas music and feeling down.
You see, I was "in" for over thirty years. Thirty years with no Christmas. My parents felt abandoned, and rightly so. They grieved and wished for my company, sitting all alone. Me? Oh, I had so many "friends" with which to spend my time-going out in service, doing anything but going home to be with my parents. Now they are both gone, and I am feeling the weight of all the loneliness I now have. The many years wasted-given to the WTS.
I would give anything to invite my parents to my home, serve them a wonderful dinner, and sing Christmas songs together.
If you have parents that are still alive, please call and go see them. If you are shunned, please know that I grieve with you.
I hate the WT.