First a little background. I was raised in the truth. Got disfellowshiped at 20 something, reinstated a year later, but was never really accepted before or after , just didn't fit in somehow. Even tryed to axuliary pioneer. Nothing. When I tried to talk to my Elder father, he said it was my own fault. The depression, the migraines, the whole not fitting in with the others, it was all my own fault. I was disfellowshiped again (i think) I quit going to the meetings, lived with a man, and never spoke to a witness or went to the meetings again.
I believe it is now in the mid to late 80"s. Life goes on. I met and married a wonderful man that loved my children as his own. Got an education and a great job. Raised my two children now 23 and 18. Have two granddaughters 5 and 9 mos. My parents didn't even know them my husband, children, or granddaughters.
Okay fast forward, it is now March 2003. My dad calls out of the blue it has been what 15 years or so. He calls to tell me that my mom is in the hospital. I should call her, if I want. ..Of course I want too.....I call, we have a pleasant conversation. ...I promise to send her pictures of the kids...
My children just happen to be going to KY to visit their friends. I ask them to stop by my parents house and drop off the pictures that we had gathered.
Here is where I may have messed up......I sent a copy of the letter that Cruzanhart had sent to the elders about her Dad.
It is now Thursday, March 13, 2003....Another phone call from my Dad....He got the pictures and the letter. His first question is "Are you an Apostate?" Me....WHAT? He said he and my mom couldn't even read the letter because it was written by an apostate. I said no she isn't, she was hurt by the Jehovah's Witness and now her father is dead because of mistreatment he received after all his years of faithful service. I sent the letter because I was concerned about this family and others in the same situation. He insisted it was all lies. (he didn't even read it)
Then the same old song and dance, about men being imperfect, and to wait on Jehovah and to read the magazines and go to the meetings. I said what about this man that is now dead because of the mistreatment. He again said it was not true, and even if it was it was his own fault. I starting to get loud at this point and cry on the phone..".How can you blame them?" "Dad, this is why I don't go to the meetings, you people could care less about human suffering"
Then, I ask how many witness have been to see Mom since her recent surgery. He said a couple, but that the witness are very busy people and that they are building a new kingdom hall, " I said the building is more important then the people?"
I think it will be years before I hear from them again. Although he did ask if I had talked to an elder and that I am supposed to get a visit once a year. I said no I only had one visit in the last 15 years, The elder that came only stayed a minute and said I only stoped because "your dad asked me to," It was not a shepherding call.
Did I do wrong?
Lisa