Thanks to everyone for your kind words.
Fark, thank you for your kind words. I know you had some issues with dad, which is fine. Hell, I have some issues with him.
DJ,
I have thought long and hard about not attending the funeral. There are some reasons why I won't. First, funerals are for the living, not the dead. My presence there would only make things more awkward for them and for me. Also, there is no way I will subject myself to any more WT humiliation. I am not wrong in my viewpoint of the universe. I accept them regardless of what they believe. They don't return this to me. I will not go into the KH and be "the Disfellowshipped One..." I know my brother and sister won't understand, but that's fine. They don't talk to me anyway.
There is also another reason. Last week when I was visiting my dad at the nursing home, some JW sisters came in. One started talking about her DF'd daughter and how she is "being disciplined by Jehovah." I found myself unable to take it. So I surprised myself by standing up, and calling attention to the pictures of my brother, sister, and nephews my dad had on the shelf. I said, "Let's talk about discipline. See here, I will never see my brother, my sister, or my nephews again. They will never be a part of my life again, I've lost them all. Is that what you call 'discipline?" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I then walked out of the room while my dad called out, "Doug, don't leave!" I went outside to cool off.
It was like I had this compulsion to say something. It was like I was just listening to this "other person" saying those things. I'm afraid that emotion will overtake me if I were to go to his funeral. I would enjoy bashing their "commercial" (memorial talk), but they wouldn't like it and I wouldn't want to cause dishonor to my father at his funeral. These are his beliefs, not mine.
So, I can't go. Too painful. No real value served. My mom understands.
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I've made peace with my dad. When I saw him a week ago in St. Louis, he wasn't as sick as now. I had a chance to tell him a few things. One thing I confronted him on was that all my life he told me he was proud of me...up until the day I was DF'd, 3 years ago. I told him that I have accomplished more good in the past 3 years than in all my life previous. I also told him that he has never once acknowledged my book, and that it used to bother me. But no longer.
I told him that I no longer needed his approval because I am proud of me, and that is more important.
I told him these things actually two weeks ago, then I drove to Kansas City from St. Louis to attend a certification training for Fred Pryor / CareerTrack Seminars, who I will now be training for. After the training, I drove back to St. Louis, and saw him for the last time. He told me he was proud of me for what I was now doing. I gave him the look, "Yeah right. You are just saying that because I confronted you about it." He noticed my reaction and said, "No, I mean It. I'm proud of you." I told him I appreciated it.
As I was leaving, I knew it would be the last time I would see him. He said, "Behave yourself." I said, "You too," and I walked out of his hospital room.
My dad needs to "move toward the white light..." for everyone concerned, including himself. Whatever is on the other side, I'll see him there. I told him this also.
My dad is a good man, just screwed by the WTS and his own thinking. He set a sterling example of generosity and goodness for me. Sure, he made his mistakes--some serious--but he still did some great things for other human beings in his life.
Again, thanks for the kind words everyone.
Doug