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Hi Tzaia, while I appreciate your suggestions I am not able to pick up the phone and ask them why. I am already aware, as has been stated; to get to me, to make sure my children "know the truth". If you want to make a huge mug of something enjoyable and take the time, the entire story of "what happened" is here http://www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/topic/20442-expressions-of-freedom/ And not to mention that the situation surrounding my husband's death doesn't need to be discussed as to what my children know, how they know it or who tells them what. Every disgusting detail, every painful memory, every action taken by doctors, paramedics and their mother has been told my children. This should have never had to be done, had others not approached them and made those kinds of questions necessary. This necessitated my answering their questions honestly. Some of the details surrounding his death are still quite painful to even me. Not specifics that children need to have in their heads. Now, on the other hand, my children and I are straight up about everything; there isn't a subject that is off limits in our house as far as questions and honest answers. So, this one need not be either if they have questions. And surely one can understand how painful it is for two smart young women to have to reconcile how those that find it necessary to hurt them with information, hurt their momther and obviously cause pain, can still profess to love them. These intrusions have been a constant dull throb for the 13 years since his death and it's required conversation WAY past what should have been healthy exchanges for me and my girls. But........we'll keep doing it if my girls have questions or need comfort. I know why they're doing it, I know what their goal is, I understand their pain too, even and I have the utmost trust and surety in my daughters as to their handling of such intrusions; hell, they encourage me often more than I them. I can understand if you've not read our story or not had the blessing of knowing my children. Amazing women, they. If they weren't my kids, I would sure want them to be my friends. They are the best parts of their father, the better parts of who I am. I'm a realist, I know that any relations in or out of TWI are potentially violatile; I accept what is. I made the decisions I did in leaving TWI fully aware of the consequences and ramifications therein. This issue was one I spent significant thought time on and knew I was ready. That end doesn't necessarily make what I knew would happen less painful when it happened; just kept the shock at bay.

Well - me being my usual non-opinionated self... I don't think you owe anyone any damm explanation about your kids, about family, about death. I understand the original question of this thread...but I'll be dammed if I am going to explain, justify, heh heh or perhaps mortify, people with how I raised my kids without TWI, without mythical/mystical explanations about death and believing, without explaining all of the "family" rot that was taught in the cyclops' cult. I got bad news for all of you "believers." You're all gonna die too...so relax and enjoy the ride while you got it. Shellon - you are the epitome of strength and integrity. Bramble - you don't sound so bad yerself. Most people get at least a modicum of sympathy during a family death - you got emotionally raped instead - due to the great spiritual guidance of the great TWI leadership - due to the incredible stupidity of people who don't realize they are next in line for death. There is a solution...an age old medicine called Fukitol...whereby you can ignore idiots, believers, morons, ideologists...and just sit back and ENJOY your time with your children and loved ones without anyone else judging you. Remember Fukitol - all day - every day.

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I remembered President Lincoln's birthday yesterday. Didn't know it was Darwin's. Today's birthday in my world is my niece and nephew, fraternal twins who turn 22 today. They're both hugely successful bicycle racers. My niece lives in Italy with her husband and 19-month-old baby boy, Luciano. She went to college on a volleyball scholarship and is now a professional volleyball player. My nephew works with my brother - he's the spitten image of his dad! They're both happy and stable young adults. Happy Birthday, Willy and Whitney!!!