fiddler,
Yeah it got worse. I had probably 2 more decent conversations with my parents since. The last was about two hours long and was wonderful (I printed a 12x18" photograph of a recent scenic vacation as a gift to them, along with my mom's favorite chocolates, and a funny gift for my dad). We just talked about life and enjoyed conversation. As if nothing was wrong....
But then my dad's countenance changed profoundly, a mix of stomach churning heartache. With his head tilted down, and him picking at his thumbs, he began speaking softly:
Dad: "We can't keep doing this. We just can't"
(Now tearing up)
Dad: "We love you so much, but you know we shouldn't be talking with you."
(Turning and looking at me)
Dad: "We must trust that doing things Jehovah's way, no matter how much we don't want too or how much it hurts, will be the best course of action in the long run"
These were essentially my Dad's last words to me. Subsequent attempts to talk to them or otherwise communicate have been stopped before we could even have a normal conversation.