In 1995 we took in a Brother into our home who had MS. He lived with us for almost 15 years. For many of those years with our help he was able to go to all the meetings and assemblies and field service. He was wheel chair bound. As the years went by because of his MS he got weaker and weaker. So his care became even more harder. He was 5 years older than us but our relationship with him became very close where he called us Mom and Dad. His life was in our hands the last two years of his life. He had become bed ridden and on a venterlaor. My wife the primary care giver learned how to do the things it took to keep him alive. As his doctor told us many times we was running a intensive care unit in our house for his well being. He became to us as a child we dearly loved. The two years before he died it was my wife who would stay home to take care of him while I would go to the meetings. At this point it was 24/7 in his care. If see was not home I was. If I was outside she was inside. He could not be left alone. But when it came to meetings or service my wife was the principle care giver. At the meetings some would ask me how she was doing or out was the brother we was taking care of doing. I would always tell them find but why don't you come out and visit for awhile. He would love to see you. He was a people person. He loved being around people. But no one would come out. At elder meetings I would beg for my fellow elders to come out for a visit but none would come. When I asked them why the excuse they gave me was service got in the way or this happen at the hall. But the biggest excuse they gave was they did not like coming out to see him because they could not understand him or hear him. The MS had taken his voice away. We even had trouble understanding him. I would tell them please come out anyway he would just love to see you. You could do all the talking. No one. When the CO was in town maybe just maybe he would come out and see him. Even though my eyes was open to what the WT was and my wife and I was working on getting out this action by my so called friends made me very angry and upset. One day our dear friend died in our arms at home. We was in deep shock. And what happen only and I mean only One Elder came out to see us. I was furious. So we made arrangement for his furneral. Many poeple who knew him and us told me they would not be there. Why because there was the Dist. Convention that weekend. Even my brother told me that. I was heart broken. I saw the lack of love and could not believe it. During the furneral and after not one I mean not one person came up to us at the Kingdom Hall to tell us how sorry they was for our loss in losing a good friend. Actually many was befuddled on why we was so hurt. To us it was like lossing a child. Some did say to us will now that he is dead you can come back to all the meetings and field service. Like he meant nothing to us. If I had any doubts about the Wt. cult they was all gone. I will never forget the lack of love shown to us. Except by all the so called worldly people. All the nurses and social workers who came to the furneral. My wives so called worldly relatives also help out alot even by bring some food over to us and listening to us and consoling us. Not one so called witness friend did this. It was so baltant there lack of love.
I have been wanting to tell this story for many years now. Now that I got it off my chest I can now put this to rest. When the Wt. cult talks about love. The only love they know how to show is how much money do you have to give or how many hours did you spend in field service. When it comes to basic human love and relationships they do not have a clue. Thanks for listening I hope this help any who are on the fence. Still Totally ADD