As a child and young adult September was my favorite month. It was the start of fall and cooler temperatures and the excitement of new classes and friends. It was my birth month and the beginning of the countdown to my favorite holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas.
But on September 11, 2001 everything changed. And I changed.
Today is a day to reflect not only on the tragedy and loss of loved ones that occurred that day, but also on the heroic men and women that risked everything to save lives, regardless of the cost.
This month also happens to be the peak of hurricane season and everyone living by the coast is on my mind.
I have lived most of my life about an hour-and-half drive from Galveston Island’s beach. As a child hurricane season meant potential days off of school, candles and camping out in the house, the excitement of the howling winds and rain.
As an adult, hurricane season means going to the grocery store to stock up on food and water. Pulling out the generator, making sure it works and filling up all of the extra gas containers. Getting together all of the flashlights and making sure you have plenty of batteries. Regretting that you have so many big trees around your house and wishing you had gotten them trimmed recently.
I sometimes think about those times when I was an child and September brought new friends, new adventures, cooler weather, and birthday gifts. 9/11 hadn’t happened and my parents worried about preparing for hurricanes while my sisters and I dreamed that the rain would be heavy enough to flood our creek so we could miss a few days of school.
I am so thankful my parents were there to protect and cherish me so I could grow up into an adult who protects and cherishes my family. And I am so thankful for all of the extraordinary people out there, making this world a better place.
I hope everyone is safe on this day of remembrance.