Note: This story is based after the book Skellig, a story that truly touches the heart.

In Remembrance of an Angel

I sat and looked at my sister, Joy. It has been 7 years since her scrape with death. She was weak as a baby and had to have a heart operation. She was eight now, and struggling to read words. She really, truly, was just a bundle of Joy.

I don't believe that the heart operation really saved her though. It was a man. No, it was an Angel. An Angel named Skellig.

I found Skellig in my old garage. He was weak and he suffered from arthritis. All he ever wanted form me was his 'nectar of the gods', 27 and 53 on the Chinese take out restaurant down the street; spring rolls and pork char sui. That was when I was 12.

"Brother!" Joy pulled on my pant leg. "Come tuck me in and read me a bedtime story!" I smiled.


She took my hand and led me to her room. She got way under her covers so that her eyes peeked out from underneath them. "Tell me about my guardian angel, Michael!"

Funny she wanted this one the night I was thinking about him.

"One day, when you were real little and sick, I went exploring in the old garage we used to have. I found an old sick man there. He wouldn't let me take him to a doctor, and he wouldn't let me help him. He had a disease that made it hurt to move. So he sat there and ate bugs."

"But that was a disguise right? Right?" She peeped up.

"Yes" I replied "He was a beautiful soul inside, just waiting for some help to set that beautiful soul free. So Mina and I, who you know, took him to a secret place. We knew he wasn't normal, but it was still a big surprise when we took his jacket off."

Joys' eyes got real big. "What was there?" She asked softly

"Wings." I remembered them vividly. They were dirty, but soft. They were beautiful, but revolting. They were simply amazing. Or extraordinary, as Mina put it.

"He still had to be taken care of, but we weren't the only ones doing it. Owls from all around came and gave him food. He got strong. Then I told him about you, and how you were sick."

"What did he do about it? Huh?" Joy got really excited about the concept of being special.

"Shhh." I put a finger to her smooth lips. "He came to you at night before you went to the hospital to work on you heart. He danced with you, really slow, and gave you wings of an angel. They're still there; they're just in invisible now. He didn't want your classmates to get jealous."

She took her little hand and attempted to reach her back. She patted her neck. "Here?" She asked me.

"No." I smiled. "Right here." I rubbed her shoulder blade. "This spot is called your shoulder blade. It is where your angel wings used to be before you came live with us, and where they are now. That's where my wings will be someday when I'm an angel."

"Will I ever see him again? Will I ever see my dirty angel?" her little voice rang throughout the room.

"Probably not, my little one. But I know he is watching you. Because angels are always watching."

"That's good." She rolled over and yawned. "Good Night, big brother."

I kissed her on the cheek. "Good night, little angel."

That night I drove home from my parents' house. I didn't live far. Only about 2 miles. The entire time I was driving I couldn't help but think of Skellig. It brought tears to my eyes. As soon as I parked, I went strait upstairs to the floor of my apartment. I didn't even bother to pick up the groceries out of the car. I came home to find Mina sitting on the couch watching TV. We were engaged. She took one look at me and knew something wasn't right.

"Michael, dear, what's the matter?"

I hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Just remembering Skellig."

We both turned our eyes to look at the painting now framed on the wall that Mina had done many years ago. His smiling dirty face looked back at us.

I smiled. I was right. Angels are always watching.