I recently got an e-mail from my brother. There were pictures of his kids and wife, visiting my ageing parents. It was bitter-sweet. My wife was excited to see recent pictures. She thought it was a good chance to try visit. But I feel strange.
It’s been ten years since the family kicked me out of the house for doubting the Watchtower Society. In that time I turned my wrecked life into a success story. But I have an “empty place”, to quote Stuart Little. I had a dream of getting the family together again and being normal. I think of it almost daily. But I am losing hope. It has consumed me at times. As a direct result, I feel I am gradually losing power in my daily life, finding it hard to make decisions, or get involved.
I may be able to see them all again. But I don’t know if I can handle any possible bubbling under the surface of what I perceive to be the real issue in our family – the Watchtower. Despite the polite e-mail, I wonder about their “paradise hope” being based on “rivers of blood” of non-Witnesses. I don’t know if I could handle any insinuation or backhanded comments from anyone in the family, as we kids were trained to do to non-Witnesses.