The last thing I said to my sister......... an uber JW with a 13 year old daughter and Elder husband was something like 'take care,,,,, get well'. A week later we got the call.......... as a former JW it took a little longer to learn she was sinking fast. When we made the four hundred mile trip we pulled up to her home and there were cars all over the property.
The house was filled with the sisters of the congregation all of whom were in support of her decision to pass up a blood transfusion that may have kept her alive longer or at least gave her a tool to fight the cancer she had. She was their hero. She would leave behind her husband and a 13 year old daughter.
I don't know or remember what words passed between us. Words of comfort from me that didn't and couldn't meet the test as a non believer. She did respond to my words of love.
No one could offer her any words of hope other then the JW malarkey of false hopes grasped so readily in her dying hands.
Since leaving the JW world I was the 'other'........... someone no matter what I had accomplished was not of any worth to the 'friends' nor her JW family.
She passed a week later. That was the only time I cried in my adult life. I've teared up a number of times but......that one broke my heart.
I was once her hero......... a pioneer where the need was great.....then I became.......... nothing. The way it is and has to be......... to a believer.
The last words to my mom some 5 or 7 years after my sister died.......was leaving the assisted living facility.......... would have been 'I'll call you when we get home....... let you know we got home safely." That was always a comfort to her. She passed a week later peacefully.
We...... my wife and I and our son drove back and spent her final hours with her. There was no conversation as she was in that twilight zone before she took her final breath.
As we set aside things her granddaughter might want and I handled her estate which was pretty simplified by then..... I set aside her diary. I wondered what she thought about us in her final days.
It was a yearly diary and It was mostly a log of her days and a few very few visits from the JW's who were acquaintances. When you reach 90 most of the the 'friend's' have either died off or really don't care or connect with some old sister who was sitting in an assisted living facility. As I read through her thoughts and observations I found no mention of myself or our family, our visits......... until a week before her death.
"Poor Gio, he doesn't realize that Armageddon is coming."
Nothing about my wife of thirty years or our son.......just this fucking religion.