Famous last words.
This is what my mum told me when papa moved out. When it did finally happen months later, it was because he had left Jehovah. I hated him for many years and refused to speak to him. He took to the bottle and remains estranged from most of his family to this day. I took the opportunity to call him when I congratulated him on being a new grandfather last week. I apologised to him for treating him this way. He cried and expressed his sorrow at how everything transpired, but harboured no regrets for leaving the Witnesses. Though it wasn't articulated as such, we both knew who played a huge role in demonising him within the family. My relationship with him remains strained; that fact I am under no illusions regarding such. But I felt that a new door has been opened.
For that I am grateful.