The Deeside Incident

2nd October 2011

I first found out over Facebook that a local lad who I knew of had died that very day. He and his friends had left to go to Wales where they had taken their motorbikes to go off roading on a track known as Deeside. The young lad was pronounced dead at the hospital.

The track is around an hours drive from the estate he and I live.

It seems to become more often I hear of people of a younger age dying. The same weekend another lad from the area was run over by a train and killed. Life can be so cruel.

However it's not very often it's someone you know of who was killed in an accident. It tends to be articles you read in the paper or reports you hear on the news. The death of this boy shocked the local community. A memorial book was placed in the local shops for people to sign, chinese lanterns were let off with his name written on and messages of those people that released them into the sky in his memory. Those people that didn't know the lad knew of him or knew members of his family... Who were of course distraught. My closest friend had grown up with his mum so I drove her round to their house so she could post a sympathy card through the door for the family.

I and my friend (shocked like many others) have spoken of his death a few times in the short space he has been dead for. My friend says it's all she has thought about. 17 year olds aren't really supposed to die are they?

It seems that no matter what I do the death of this young lad is constantly in the back of my mind and it was only the other day that I saw a silvery mist floating across the living room and immediately thought of him.

The next day I was looking up his name on Google so I could read the full article of what had happened and it was then that I remembered my dream. It was so clear.

I was stood in a muddy field on my own, it was drizzling slightly. I knew this place although I had never been before. I took a few steps forward and there he was. The young lad that had died a few days previous just lay there on his own. He looked dazed and confused. I ran over to him and knelt down next to his head, lifting it up and placing it on my knees. He looked up at me and I asked if he was ok, he told me that he was scared and felt "alone and lost" and that he needed to get home. I held his hand and told him everything was ok and then the dream faded out.

As I remembered this dream my eyes began to water and I went over and over it again in my head. It was as though his 'spirit' had been left in the field where he died and he had no idea where he was (being far away from home).

I just wish I could remember the rest of my dream. I go to sleep each night hoping that he enters my dream again so I can guide him back home. Unless he found a way already.

The same day I remembered my dream I saw the same silvery mist floating behind me in the mirror and not long after I heard tapping on the living room window as though someone was trying to get in. Sounds silly but I opened the front door (the young lad on my mind) to let him in if perhaps it was him.

Nothing has happened since. His funeral is/was on the 13th October.

I'll be thinking of him and his family.

Rest In Peace x