I have been thinking about a situation that happened some years ago prior to my becoming a jdub. I had met a man in a hospital in San Diego who was an invalid, he had no family there, and if it wasn't for a couple of local sisters, he wouldn't have had anyone to visit or talk with him. He was to remain in the hospital until his death some months later. My wife along with two other sisters were visiting him there, I went on a visit with my wife to meet him. I thereafter stopped by and visited with him on an almost daily basis, he had family but no one close mileage wise. He loved God very much and really missed association with the so called brothers from the congregation. After talking with the elders he was able to get the meeting piped into his room via the phone. He enjoyed these very much, again however none of the elders from the local congregatons ever came up to visit with him, even those from the congregation that arranged to have him hear the meetings. The hospital was to take my name phone and address as his point of contact if anything happened this was a stituation very important for him.
to make a long story short, I received a phone call one evening from the hospital, he had taken a turn for the worse and they didn't believe that he would last much longer, I visited him there got all the facts, called and notified the PO the book study conductor and two other elders. I called his son let him know what had happened with what I was doing. He had been also notified by the hospital. Now this is where the love of the elders and congregation came in, His son not well to do himself, needed somewhere for him and his family to stay if possible, I brought this up with the elders and none volunteered to help. My wife and I bit the bullet and told them they were welcome to stay with us for however long they needed to, to see this through with his dad.
Arrangements were made with his son and we were awaiting there arrival, he his son lived some 800 miles from us. Well I did receive a call one evening prior to son's arrival and they said He (Herman give his first name here) wasn't going to make it through the night. My wife and I immediately left went to the hospital and sat there with him until he passed away some five hours later. I notified the PO and the same elders that I had previously notified land they couldn't be bothered none, I mean none of them showed up at the hospital to offer any sort of spiritual comfort or anything. Just me my wife and a friend of my wife were the only ones who showed up. When he died we went home, had a cry, and prayed for him. This sat off major alarms in my head about these bastard elders and there total lack of love and care about another jdub. I should have known then and there that this wasn't Jehovah's org but I was alittle brain dead then too. well enough I guess we all know about the total lack of love of the elders well it wasn't love in Herman's situation and its not love now. Buff