In The Arms Of An Angel

It was the night before that fatal accident, two best friends not quite yet teenage girls planning their day ahead and enjoying each others company one last time at a sleep over. For one of them, her life would come to an end and for the other she would soon lose her best friend. Somewhere through the night, as they were talking and sharing their souls like best friends do, one of them fell back on the bed and went into a trance. At first her friend thought she was playing around, but soon realized after a few seconds, that what she was witnessing was something very unusual and bizarre. Skye had gone into some type of spiritual trance, preparation perhaps? And as she came around minutes later, the two of them ponder over the unexplainable experience eventually resting themselves on their pillows and falling off to sleep. What happened in those few minutes still remains a mystery today?

As sunlight hit the pavement, so too did the girls set out on their bikes heading to the park and bike circuit as previously planned the night before. As the girls approached the busy three lane road of western Sydney, Skye got off her bike and decided to walk across the road pushing bike by hand, as her friend watched from the other side... Skye was obscured by a blind spot from the on coming motorist who was steadily heading toward her direction. As she cautiously pushed the bike out from behind a tree, what happened next is just a parents worse nightmare. The front end of the car collected the steering wheel of the bike and Skye was thrown awkwardly into the air causing serious head trauma, as she laid there dying with her best friend screaming and bystanders urgently calling for help the ambulance was soon on its way.

A short time later as the ambulance was loading Skye into their vehicle, Skye's father by coincident, was only about 5 minutes away from where his little princess was hurt and in a fight for her life. Hearing the ambulance leaving the scene, you could imagine the horror he felt when recognizing the bike he bought for Skye twisted and mangled left eerily alone near the side of the road. His immediate thoughts derived him with an overwhelming sense of being with his baby.

Putting his foot to the floor, Skye's dad had arrived at the hospital not long after the ambulance and upon the emotional horror of seeing medics attempting to resuscitate his little angel. He followed his daughter into surgery where the doctors worked effortlessly to save the life of his little princess. Skye died again moments before her dad made it to her side. Frantically once more the doctors recommenced CPR. With the help of the doctors and her father's love as he held her hand pleading for her not to go, Skye battered and bruised beyond recognition bravely fought back to life one more time, perhaps for a reason in her own way to say goodbye to her Dad. As the Angels from heaven were taking her with them the doctors could do no more, Skye had exhausted her last breath of life in the arms of her loving father... The world had lost a loving child and heaven had gained a little angel.

My niece's death was a shock to our whole family, none of us took it well, not even ok. I remember my little niece walking into our home when she was only three years old, big beautiful eyes and big round cheeks to match, she was such a lovely child. I can still remember her walking up to me dragging her doll that seemed as big as her and kissing me on my cheek when it was time for her to go home. With feelings of helplessness, something compelled me to write a song towards relieving the despair I was feeling and maybe for others as well. It was a song that was soon welcomed sincerely by Skye's parents and eased there grief ever so slightly. Which was welcomed by a phone call from them that came from the heart.

Skye's mother had asked me to write another song and entrusted me with Skye's diary where she used to write pages and pages of her own poetry. Skye had a passion for poetry and music, it was a tribute formulated from her journal of poetry from a life so short on journey but not on charisma! A couple of days after her funeral and some many hours of putting together a second song, it was emotionally exhausting and difficult to complete, reading through her diary, I was allowed to walk along with Skye and share her dreams, sadly dreams that will not come true.

Finally, I'd put it all together and conformed it into a song. As I played it back over and over again, I was thinking about my niece and still battling to come to terms with our loss, overwhelmed with emotions and feelings of despair, I'd laid back on my bed, eyes filled with tears... Suddenly within my room, I could feel someone there, although on this occasion I couldn't see who it was like I have with other spiritual visitors, there was no mistaking it was Skye and why she was here! As I laid on my bed, I felt these tiny little lips give me a kiss on my cheek, a kiss that took me back to a time I'd remembered well and cherished dearly Like when she was only three years old, this little angel came in to give her uncle one final kiss goodbye, she has never been back... We all love you Skye!

In The Arms of An Angel... Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft9qJ9NteQI

In Memory of Skye!