We took care of a brother with MS in our home for almost 15 years, the last year and a half he was bedridden and on a ventilator. We made sure he was always at the meetings; we even took him out in service in a wheelchair van so he could get his time in. Because of the MS his speech weakened and he became increasingly difficult to understand. I became an interpretor of sorts for him. One of his greatest joys in life was being with the brothers and especially the sisters and children at the hall. When he was no longer able to physically attend the meetings he would faithfully listen in on a phone hook-up. But no one from the hall would come to visit him and he missed this most of all. When he passed away (4 years ago yesterday, I'm starting to cry, this is difficult for me) no one from the hall came to give us moral support. You see there was a district convention the following weekend and everyone was too busy preparing for that even though it was an easy drive and most didn't stay over. On the other hand my nonJW cousin who lived in the same town was at our house almost every day, bringing food as we needed it. I am so grateful for her and her husband's support during that time.
About 3 years later our oldest son sent us a scathing letter to tell us what horrible parents we were and to affirm that the religion had nothing to do with the injustices he experienced growing up. (Yes, my son, it had almost everything to do with it. We followed WT guidelines the best we could.) He said that unless we both got psychiatric help he wanted nothing to do with us! That seemed a bit ironic to us because his dad did see a Witness therapist. When he began taking medication for his ADD his mind began to clear and that is when we started our exit from the cult. Funny thing is we had thought our oldest son was waking up with us.
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