Well actually it wasnt a meeting, it was my Grandma's funeral but it may as well been the 'Special Talk' for the year with all the bullshit they were spewing.
The 'brother' giving the 'eulogy' (haha..) was an elder from my former congregation, my parents current congregation and to my knowledge (i'm 99% sure) has never met or seen my grandmother before that day. Neither had any of the other jw's that were there 'supporting' my family...well the jw family anyway, the rest of us dont need support since we are df'd.
I hadnt been to a meeting for almost 2 years now and I cant tell you how hard it was sitting through the twisting of scriptures and arrogance know it all attitude coming from the speaker. My bf and I just looked at each other in disgust while scripture after scripture was read to prove the dead are just dead and their soul is dead and all we have to do is wait till the ressurection if we want to see them again. My stomach turned as they sang 'Life without end at last'.
The worst part to me was that my Grandma was baptized years ago but was not really one of them. She was eccentric and wacky so they left her alone but she used to celebrate christmas when she felt like it and hardly ever went to the meetings. I even bumped into her down in Atlantic City last year playing the slot machines at one of the casinos. Thats probably why they didnt have the service at the KH. But I KNOW my grandma wouldnt have wanted her funeral to be like one of their meetings and thats what making me so mad sitting through it.
The best part though and the thing that made me feel a little better was that there were many non-witness relatives there including my Grandmas sister and brother. At the end of the 'talk' the family had scheduled time to say a few words. Of course my father being the f-ing a-hole that he is did not even get up to say anything about his own mother. But right after the brother finished talking about how her soul was now dead and she just ceased to exist, my G-ma's sister got up and the first words out of her mouth was 'I dont believe that my sister is just gone and that her spirit is gone...' or something like that. It was so cool!
She and her brother then went on to give a very touching and proper eulogy for my grandma. My great uncle even cried as he told of how much my grandma loved my father and how proud she was of him and how she talked about him so fondly over the years when my father all but neglected her and only came around to do his 'duty' as a christian by helping her when her car was broke or her roof leaked.
My father cheated me out of a real relationship with my Grandmother because he considered 'bad associations' and 'looney'. All my grandparents are dead now. I never really knew any of them. It sucks.