I just thought I'd let everyone here know that my Grandma's funeral went better than expected. Thank you to eveyone who offered me advice and support. It helped me more than I can even let you know.
Dealing with my grandma's death was hard but made easier by the dark very in touch with death Irish sense of humor she had and passed on to most of her offspring. She used to tell us stories about the banshee, loved to tell the tale of getting in trouble for dancing on gravestones with her tap shoes when she was 5, and refused to give up her belief in the little people and spirits even after she was baptized. She loved the idea of the new system (kinda like the Irish Tir Na Nog) and that's what kept her "in" along with all the new friends she made who were actually good to her.
The hardest part was dealing with all the jw family members & their friends. I found out at the family gathering before the KH that the non-jw's had not been told that I was not a JW anymore. This came as a shock to me and them as it's not like I just left the org I left 10 years ago this month. What little contact I've had with any of my family has been carefully monitored by mother (I've finally had to admit to myself after this experience that she is Controlling with a capital C) up to this point and we finally got a chance to exchange addresses and talk. It had not dawned on me that mother and the others would have not told the worldlies why I wasn't around anymore. (I know naive and I should have told them myself, just thought it was common knowledge!) The wordlies had no idea about shunning and after watching my uncle "my son's in bethel" stare through me like a ghost when I said hi they were aghast. If he thought he was giving a good witness by behaving this way he was way wrong. The shunning didn't make me want to confront them like it has in the past and it didn't make me miss them and want to rejoin the sheep like they thought it would. It just made me sad for them and grateful I'm not like them anymore. My non JW uncles & cousins stayed with me & my husband and protected me after they realized what was going on and we sat & talked about grandma while the rest discussed the latest JW gossip.
The KH part was the worst but at the same time very cathartic. My husband had never been to a KH before and was utterly shocked at the service. They talked about my grandmother for 2 minutes and spent the remainder of the hour discussing why she was a good JW and what the rest of us needed to know to get into the new system. By the closing song both of us were out & out laughing. Thank goodness the screeching elder's wife covered it up so no one could hear. My husband later told me he's been afraid that if I went back I might rejoin as he sees it fully for the mind control it is. He is no longer afraid of this after hearing what they preach first hand and seeing my reaction to it. He has vowed to never ever go to another JW KH funeral again ever ever ever! I'm really glad I went to the KH as it gave me a sense of closure both for my grandma and for my past life as a JW that I hadn't even realized I needed until afterwards.
Thanks again everyone and thanks for reading this it got a little wordy on me-
-Margy