Keisie Hyde, 1980-1997



Collierville, Tennessee, flutist Keisie Hyde, student of Ruth Ann McClain from grades 7-12, was killed tragically in a car accident in Collierville on October 4, 1997.

Keisie had been an outstanding member of the CHS Band, directed by Phil Hughes and assistant director Wanda Terral, and was principal this, her senior year, also serving as section leader. She was also principal flute in the newly formed Collierville Civic Band, where she had been featured soloist on their September 13 and 14 concerts, playing Concertino by C. Chaminade. Keisie had consistently received superior ratings in all of her West Tennessee competitions, as well as being named to the All West Tennessee Jr. High Band, and in 1996, was principal flute in the All West Tennessee Orchestra. In addition, she attended the Tennessee Governor's School for the Arts in 1996. Keisie had planned to major in flute at the University of Mississippi.

Keisie is survived by her parents, Pam and Paul Hyde, and her grandparents, Lewis Keith, and Milo and Barbara Hyde, and many, many friends who will miss her ever smiling face, and upbeat personality. Following are two anonymous poems: the first was found on the band room door the day after her death, and the second, sent to her parents and grandparents, was read by her Grandfather Hyde at the funeral service.




Night Serenade

As the night blankets a somber earth,

The darkness swallows our mourning and prayers,

The crickets chrup in a choral eulogy,

And the faint sound of a flute is heard

Through the tranquil wind in the trees.

As its euphony sings us to sleep

We, nestled in our beds

With tears drying on our cheeks

Dream, of your friendship and joyful memories

Which unlike your life, half-lived,

Will endure forever.

So, dear friends, let us take comfort

In these memories and in each other.

And in the knowledge that

As the cosmos encompasses a weary world,

And the white waxing moon

Illuminates the blackened rooftops of the lamented city,

Her silent spirit rests tonight,

A tiny child of God, sleeping,

Cradled in her Father's arms.

Keisie Hyde was loved by her friends, family, and fellow band members. Her gregarious and fun-loving nature will be remembered by all who knew her and we will never forget her remarkable musical talent and unsurpassed instrumental genius. No one can ever take her place in the band or in our hearts. Keisie, our prayers are with you and with your loved ones as they face the difficult times ahead. We pray that God will watch over us and guide us as we heal. Let us take comfort in the knowledge that He is already taking care of you.

Anonymous


I Was There

I was there.
You never knew me, yet I was there.
I have been there from the beginning.
For 17 years.
All of the time.
I am Keisie's angel.

I was there at the moment of her birth.
The life-giver sent me to guard her,
I was there when you rocked her,
And tucked her in.

I was there when you bandaged her knee,
Dried her tears,
Soothed her heart.
I was there when you instructed and guided her,
And when you disciplined,
And encouraged her.

I have been there from the beginning,
Yet you never knew me.
I cannot give you my name.
It is too "other-worldly" for your ears to understand.
Yet Keisie now knows my name.
You will know it also in some future day.

I was there as you guided her
Into her teenage years
Satan desired her,
And did his best to influence her.
But the one I serve-the life-giver-
Heard your prayers, your pleas, for your Keisie.

And he answered the cry of your heart.
He placed me around Keisie,
Behind her, before her,
All around her.
Satan's darts and temptations.
Could not penetrate.

It was you.
It was I.
We worked together,
At the command of the one I serve,
The life giver,
To insure her ultimate security.

I was there on that awful night.
You may think I met her at the car.
But it was more than that.
I was in the car.
Keisie was in my lap.

I cradled her head and her body in my arms.
I lifted her, whole and intact
From the mangled car.
Her body,
Yes, I had to leave the old one behind,
For a more glorious one awaited her.

I carried her into the presence
Of the one I serve,
The life giver himself.
I placed her in his arms.
Keisie is alive,
Forever in his embrace.

Miss her, yes. Mourn her, no.
Her life is now more glorious
Than you could ever imagine.
Release her into my care.
I will love her tenderly and care for her well,
Until your reunion day.

With much love,
Keisie's angel

Anonymous