For those of you that don't know, Clannad is a high school anime without any superhero-esque characters. It is a story about two students and their friends, trials, and experiences in their senior year.
The tear-jerker was the character of Fuko Ibuki. She is introduced as an short, introverted, and awkward girl who carves star-shaped blocks of wood. She is seen as a very childish character without major significance until episode 4 when her entire arc is put in motion.
To avoid horrendous spoilers, I'll skip to the element that had me knowing I'd cry two or three episodes in advance. Forgetting someone.
I personally put a great deal of emphasis on memories. My biggest regret is that I am part of so few significant ones. Memories are what drive people. Memories are what give life to the best stories. Memories are what define you. Memories can make you immortal.
I don't have a great deal of religious faith, I don't know about afterlives or reincarnation, but what I do know is that memories keep people alive after death. The memory of someone or the things they did keep them influencing and interacting with people long after everyone they knew personally has passed on. Therefore the loss of those memories to me is one of the most painful experiences to go through.
Towards the end of the arc, Fuko is being forgotten. Everyone in the school slowly and surely loses all memories of her mere existence. This to me is murder at its worst. Everyone is a murderer and, worst of all, no one can prevent it. You cannot force yourself to remember something, or someone.
Slowly watching everyone, even the characters closest to Fuko lose her and go through the agony of forgetting about something they cared about is something that will always be excruciating for me to watch.
In the Notebook, (Spoiler alert for those of you that still haven't seen it) the leading female develops dementia and completely forgets the love of her life once she is weighted down with years and wrinkles. Her lover has a notebook filled with their story and reads it to her every time she forgets, which jogs her memory. The most painful scene in the movie is when the woman wakes up after being reminded, but quickly and gradually forgets the man in front of her until she is screaming that he raped her the night before, while he listens and watches.
The loss of the memory of a loved one is the loss of that loved one. This, more than anything, is what I fear from old age. It drives me to make these memories and to pass them on while I have them.
I cried for the first time in years. I always thought it would be two things, relieving and comforting. Somehow, it was neither and I'm not sure why. There have been times I've wanted tears to flow without any, but once they do I'm left feeling empty and with a sense of longing.
Recommendations to shrug this off?