James Joyce, an incredibly sensual author that has been introduced to me this year reminded me of what we as people do in order to forget our past lives. Eveline speaks of immediately not being able to recognize someone after she leaves them. Too often I am able to connect with characters..Eveline, in this sense, especially. As she begins her new life, those who were a part of her past begin to disappear. To the point of being unrecognizable to her. Those in my past are now unrecognizable to me.
Tomorrow will be a day I normally use to celebrate. This year, It will be a day that reminds me of a significant loss. A person that I no longer have the ability to recognize.
As upsetting as this may be and as Joyce may suggest, not being able to recognize someone, could in fact be the evidence that you have embarked on your new life. How sad is it though that we come to forget those we left behind. I know I have not forgotten..but I also know that there are those in my life who I no longer recognize.
One too many in fact.
Even still, yet again I will say,
Here's to our one time, day late friend.
Happy Birthday.
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