My mom is pretty cool. 81 years old and still going fairly strong.
My older sister was the first one to leave the Dubs in our 3rd Gen JW family. When she left, she was about the only one. Ohh some distant cousin that I had never met, but everyone else in our extended family was IN. When I got to be about 18, I left too. Had been numbingly shy until then, all of a sudden I went wild. Left home, left town, never went back to the Dubs. Mom fretted and there were storms and battles with both of us, but being in another town really helped. Then my brother, the oldest of the three of us, and an Elder, DA'd himself. Very much in the open, no fading there. Mom started taking flak. She still had the nerve to have a meal at this house! Dad was just kind of along for the ride as always. Finally through a series of pretty messed up events, they told my parents that if they didn't stop associating with thier son, they were going to be in big trouble. So, my mom, she decided they could go to hell. No way was she gonna give up her kids. She and Dad (at her direction ) they wrote a letter of DAing, and were treated like shit by the entire family ever after. Her dearest sister and other siblings even told her she was not welcome at her mothers memorial.
Anyway, my mom's pretty cool.