In seven years, I have never once forgotten this day. I have anticipated it, relived the events in my mind, spent the day in reflection, and taken time to list how lucky I am and how good life has been.
Not only did I forget this year, but it's also taken me four additional days to remember. I remember wondering in a diary entry last summer if my "birthday clock" had been reset again, or if I'd continue to consider March 21st my newly assigned rebirthday.
I think I've answered my question. Yet I feel like I've missed something very important. There's a tangible sense of loss with having failed to recognize this date in some way.
I feel somewhat disoriented.