Yesterday was my oldest son's 21st birthday.
As many of you know, I've been disfellowshipped for over 3 years now. In the spring of this year I did write to the local BOE and request my disfellowshipping be rescinded. It was summarily denied. (So much for Luke 15:11-32).
In the last 3 years I have only had one short conversation with my son and that was about 2 years ago. I regularly send him cards, short notes or the occasional gift just to try to let him know that I'm thinking about him, care about him and still love him. I never get a response. I try to remain patient and optimistic, but it's hard, ... damn hard. I have not abandoned him; he has abandoned me.
Articles like the second study article in the April 15th, 2012 WT certainly don't help. But I digress ...
For many years now my son and I have said that on his 21st birthday we would enjoy a glass of fine single malt scotch together. Obviously that wasn't going to happen under the current circumstances so I did what I thought was the next best thing. I bought him a bottle of 12 year old Bunnahabhain and had it FedEx-ed to him. I put in a simple note of only three words, " Sláinte, love Dad ". (Sláinte means "to your health" in Gaelic).
He refused it and the package was returned to me by FedEx unopened.
I am accumulating a growing pile of returned gifts and letters from my son. It is very depressing ...