Hi folks :) My Egypt trip was great, here's a link to some of the pictures: http://nojusticenopeace.homestead.com/Egypt1.html
But the purpose of this posting is to express my sentiments about the death of my JW Aunt over the weekend. As many of you know I have very strained relationship with my Dub family - Being around them is the last thing I want to do. But my Aunt was dying of cancer - its spread throughout her body.
By way of background, my Aunt was like a mother to me. My real mother raised seven children so she didnt have the free time to spend with me like my aunt. My aunt lived with us and took me everywhere, while at the same time, she taught me many things.
I remember when she was worldy, smoking her cigarettes and hanging out. In fact, I recall her sneaking a smoke or two after she was baptized. I was young at the time, so I really didnt know how to judge like a regular Dub. All I knew or was concern about was her and where we were going to next.
My aunt touched everybody she came in contact with. My theory is that people could see the genuineness in her heart. You know the type, just good hearted people - It doesnt matter what veneer, mask or religious facade they display, you could see right through it and ascertain the sincerely and goodness of the person.
Back to the story - She was placed in Hospice care, and while she was there in pretty good shape, she constantly requested to see me. I finally said, OK Ill drive my family to Atlanta during the Thanksgiving holiday. However, last Wednesday I got a call that she took a turn for the worst and the Hospice doctor give her 24 - 48 hours to live. I caught a flight that night and saw her. When I walk into her room all my Dub family was there - I said Hi, and went right to my Aunt. I just blocked everybody out while holding her hand and speaking with her. She was in and out of consciousness but, she was glad to see me. After speaking with her my Dub family gave me the standard greetings they give to Disassociated people, whom they are forced to speak with under emergency situations. That was difficult to take because when I was a Dub the greetings were much different and I felt like I was part of the family, instead I felt like an outsider. It could have been much worst, but we both focused on the main reason we were there - My Aunt.
I was able to stay the night with my Aunt, and to said what was in my heart before she died. The main reason I went to see my Aunt was because I know that no matter what the BORG dictates to it members, she always loved me. The connection and bond we had between us was real and special. Other members of my Dub family may say they love me, but I dont feel it - I never have. Im not saying they dont, but I never felt it. I felt it with my Aunt - when she said it, I believed her.
According to todays standard my Aunt was young - 65. Incidentally, we have the same birthday - Jan. 3.
The love we had for each other was stronger than religion - Much Love Aunt Freda :)
~ Love Larry