Remember all those years of evenings and weekends back in the 1975 days when your super kind Dad sat home alone while you and the rest of the family went to hear scary talks about how he and billions others like him would be destroyed any day now when armageddon struck.
Remember how it was growing up being pitied as the "Fatherless boy" of the congregation when acutally you had a perfectly good and decent Father who was an all around better person than many of those "saved" ones at the Kingdom Hall, but you hardly knew him as he was always at work or you were in school,at a meeting, in service or at an assembly, studying your watchtower,studying for the bookstudy, prepering for service etc etc,
Remember how Dad used to console and confort your little sisters who bawled all the way home from meeting and rushed into the house begging him to become a Witness so he wouldn't die at Armegeddon.
Remember how he'd calm you down by telling you "not to take it all so seriously" when you woke up terrified from a "Armageddon/Tribulation" nightmare.
Remember how Dad got a second job just so Mom could stay home and be and Auxiliary Pioneer.
Remember how Dad would come in from the other room and try to convince Mom not to delve into the details so much when the topic of the "Trubulation" would come up during the family Bible study.
Remember how Dad let the Witnesses convince him to sign the "No Blood" medical directive before having a heart surgery and died a horrible death from lack of blood, right in front of his family.