Sir,
Cyber hugs going your way...
I can certainly understand your not wanting to attend a Jw funeral; not even of a parent. Damn! those people certainly know how to destroy families, and I detest them for that.
I'm glad you spoke up to those witness women...silence is not always the best response, or so is my opinion anyhow.
My father had made me executor of his estate which of course made it necessary for my JW family to have contact with me. I just love the way those people tell folks like me how much they love us, BUT...always the "but" there. Anyhow, when we were all called to his death bed by the doctors and not having had any real association with my silbings for years, I dreaded the moment of running into them at the hospital.
By this time though I was ok with myself. I knew how to hold my head up high and not play into their shame game. Oh, it's so comical how they can put on that sibling love when they think it's ok, but we all know how they wear two-faces.
Guess everyone was to meet up at my one sister's house after the hospital visit, but somehow our wires got crossed and I never saw them again to even find out where she lived. I wondered around the hallways for sometime looking for a family member and it seemed as though they all just vanished. I knew then that it was for my protection...hey, maybe even their's because I cannot tolerate hypocrites and would not have kept my mouth shut. So all's well that end's well...
You see, my father had been a violent alcoholic that was unable for whatever reason to maintain any length of soberity. It was probably only due to how my own previous lifestyle (drunkard) allowed me to find forgiveness towards my dad; something my JW family seems incapable of. So in the long run, it was a blessing in disguise when I was unable to "visit" them afterwards.
I remember standing on the elevator and crying. My first thought was that of gratitude, and wanted to find an A.A. meeting in the hospital and offer my testimony to those still struggling. That death awaits us all, but we do have choices. My father lived a tragic life, but unlike the JW's of my family, he found the courage to apologise for his actions over the years.
My Jw mom at age 76 has never, ever, seen anything wrong (of course not) with her decision to raise her children in such sickness. Would I attend her funeral? NO! She chose her lifestyle and "friends." Like you wrote so wonderfully, I'm not going to play "disfellowshipped" for the likes of them.
And of course once the estate issue was settled you know darn good and well they simply forgot all about me...hahaha....and I was glad. Once we are freed from that mindset there just isn't any going back and playing by their sick rules and regulations...not for anyone, not for anything.
As with my mom, I always say "let the dead bury their dead." Because Jw's (the vast majority) are dead to compassion, love, empathy...
Take care, Doug.
granny