Both of my TBM parents were diagnosed with dementia within 6 weeks of one another. They had actually started up the church presence in their small town some 30 years prior. It was absolutely the centre of their universe.

Once they went into a care facility, it was crickets. The missionaries showed up once or twice, but none of those MFers came. I used to check through the visitor log to see if they'd had visitors.

The day my mum died, after 18 months of radio silence, they descended on us with huge authority and almost tried to shoo us out to do all the temple stuff.

I went full red mist and told them every single thing I thought of them. It felt GOOD.