211: Remembrance

Last year this day my mom's aunt, my great aunt, passed away. Today her family and her relatives gathered to remember her. Besides the fact that I don't "do" family functions well, as you, my loyal readers, know already, the thing is, I had a hard time remembering the person who've passed away. I've known Grandma (that's what I've called her) and interacted with her since I was a boy, even before I had moved to New York. But there wasn't a single 'specific, vivid' memory, fond or otherwise, that popped into my head. It scared me. It scared me to know how good I am in detaching myself from those I should care about, from those who should be close to me. Could this be an indication that I am incapable of loving or being loved?