Sky Hotel and all things Skye

Three months.

It has been three months since Skye bid goodbye.

How do we keep her memories alive? Aires keeps on reading about Trisomy 18, praying that a miracle cure will soon be discovered. She immerses in a renewed advocacy to help women succeed in breastfeeding. She also volunteers at a center for abandoned children.

I think of Skye all the time and thank her for guiding our healing. I get reminded of her through the most inconspicuous ways. At the airport the other, I saw a tow truck with tireguards. On the tireguards are painted the word, Sky. I passed by a side street and there hidden is an inn called Sky Hotel.

Heaven prays every night, asking God to tell Skye to watch over him all the time. He gets excited when he says a baby girl and plays peek-a-boo with those he meets.He asks the most thought-provoking questions. "Why did Skye die? How does Skye become an angel? Why couldn't I play with Skye before?"

We see Skye in baby girls all dolled up by their loving parents. We hear her in songs about life and love. We feel her when we sleep at night. We dream of her in a pretty pink dress, smiling, playing, and most of all without pain.

That's how our healing goes. There is comfort in knowing that Skye's suffering is finally over.