theduo

My grandmother has passed away and although I remember my memories of her. I cannot say I am moved to the point of breaking down. I am not so emotional as I was when dealing with Joyce this summer. How can someone of my own blood not cause as much emotional distress in me? Maybe, I romanticize the ideas of death and love too much, so much so that it is a fault. Maybe I just believe, as does the majority of the world, that the death of a relative should equate to emotional detonation. Does this mean I do not like my grandma? No. I enjoyed having her around very much. Maybe, I’m just cold, distant, and uncaring. Maybe, I am too selfish and too self-centered. Maybe, I’m not relgious enough. But shouldn’t the lack of belief in an afterlife cause me to be even sadder? However, I don’t deny the existence of an afterlife nor do I believe it. I’ll miss you, grandma. This is the truth. I just wish things could have been much happier for you before you went away. R.I.P. Chui King Lau. I will do my best to make you proud.