I have visited my mothers hall twice since I was df'd, and Ive regretted it both times.
My father died in 2001 (he was a publisher but never any "real" privlegdges)...and of course, my JW mom took all the furneral proceedings for himself. My sister called me to tell me he died. It killed me, because there was no funeral home, or visitation...my dad was cremated. This also disturbed the rest of my family (aunts, uncles, grandparents) because they are baptists who live for em.....but I digress
The elder that gave his memorial talk gave me no comfort. I sat there the whole time thinking "all thats coming out of your mouth is crap! I hated this place, never wanted to come."grrrr. I basically sat down the whole time, while all the loving ppl from the congo looked at me with sad eye because they couldn't talk to me!!!! That just pissed me off more. By this timeI was so angry, I try to block out that time because its so painful to talk about, even two years from the event. All these people that had seen me grow up, they didn't dare talk to someone that needed consolation. One sister who I had pioneered with broke the chain (she had been df'd, but got reinstated) and held me and cried saying Im so sorry, but she was the only one, I thought to myself she was the only loving person in that KH. And the kicker was, at the end of the elders talk, he stated who he was survived by, and did not even mention mine or my sisters name.
I went directly outside after the talk, and lit up a cigarette in the parking lot. The rest of my family and dad's "worldly" friends followed suit promptly. There were about 10 different people smoking cigs right by the door, underneath the carport. I made sure to fling the butt on the sidewalk afterwards. And of course, my mother wanted to yell and scream at someone (because of grief) and I took the brunt part of her anger.
Whew. Im tired. I cant go into the memorial I went to...I havent really explained the whole time...but I cant do it.
I hate that religion....it turns people into zombies.
Melba of the "emotionally recoving" class