Thanks Lauralisa and you too, Friday,
Dad is not taking his last days in a rest home kindly. He has left the facility at night several times to go "home" to my Mother (they've been married 55 years) only to get lost and confused. Mom visits him several times a week, but it is very difficult for her because over several hours, she will only get a few coherent sentences out of him. We're not the only family to have to go through this painful process, but now it is out of the realm of books and anecdotes and is very real in my life. My dad was convinced twenty/thirty years ago when he was very vigorous and strong that he would never die. He now knows that he will indeed, die. Mother tells me that he sits alone and cries and cries and just keeps saying he would like to die. My dad only cried twice around me in 53 years of my life. Now he cries frequently. His "Brothers" don't visit him. They haven't visited him since he could no longer handle his duties as the Magazine servant (or whatever they are called these days.) As soon as he was no longer useful to the congregation/society, he was no longer worthy of any attention.
The whole thing breaks my heart. If I go to his dub funeral and all I hear is a sales-pitch for the WTS, I'm going to take my right as his oldest son and march up to the platform and tell those folks in the audience what a great man my Dad really was; how he taught me to use tools, my hands, how to do lots of stuff and then I'm going to tell those bastards that I will NOT let them use my Father's death to promote a religion. The religion will go on. My dad will get his final eulogy from me. It won't be from those "Brothers" who read a script at a funeral. It will come from me. Mom will be pissed. I don't care. I'm going to send my Dad into the dirt with some very good things to say about him. Because after he's in the dirt, no one but close family will care.
And those bastards at the Hall can go fuck themselves and say whatever they want to say about me behind my back. They have no power over me anymore, anyway. They're victims of a Cult that tells them how to think and even worse, tells them how to FEEL.
And that is it about that.
Thanks for caring, Lauralisa and Friday.
Farkel