I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing, but I do remember the effect it had on the people around me. I never wanted to fly in a plane, or have any of my family members flying in one. I was terrified and didn’t understand how someone could do something so evil. Today is a day to remember what we are fighting for. A day to remember all of the lives lost on both sides. I am grateful that I live in a free country, but it is our job as citizens of the United States of America to stand up and protect that freedom. The many men and women that have fought for us will be forever in my prayers and in my heart for the wonderful sacrifice they gave so that I can do what I want. When I passed by the flag and those young men who were standing in front of it on campus this morning, I felt a sense of reverence as if that space was sacred ground. To me, it was. A moment to remember something that must never be forgotten.
A year after the terrorist attack my family gained a new member. His name was Maxfield Hensley Williford Hawkins. No, he was not my brother, he was a sweet little Tabby cat that was born on our farm. He was almost a sign of new hope for my frightened world. Today is his birthday and he is 11 years old. At 16 lbs he is the sweetest, most snuggle worthy cat I have ever met. It’s a little silly, but I love that fatty. He has been there for more than half of my life and I am so glad he is one of the blessings I have received in my life.
In conclusion, today is about two things for me. Remembering the day that the towers fell and celebrating the day my favorite kitten was born.
I’m not a crazy cat lady, I just have a really soft place in my heart for Max. If you met him, you would understand. 🙂