'Bells will chime, cracks will heal' - Father pens uplifting poem to murdered Karen Buckley on first anniversary of her murder
Published 15/04/2016 | 17:12
The grief-stricken father of student Karen Buckley has penned an uplifting poem to mark the first anniversary of her murder.
Occupational therapy student Karen was brutally beaten to death with a spanner in Glasgow on April 12, 2015, by Alexander Pacteau.
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A special memorial mass is due to take place in Co Cork this evening and ahead of the ceremony her heartbroken father John has written a verse.
The piece was published on Facebook by Karen’s close friend Julie Malone who also paid tribute to the murdered woman.
Ms Malone said that a year ago today “a light went out” in their lives.
“A light that shone so bright that it's still hard to believe it's gone. I still miss you everyday Karen. Miss how you could make anyone feel welcomed, important, special and loved on entering a room.
“I miss your little laugh, your funny sayings and how you pronounced certain words. I miss being able to pick you up in a bear hug. I miss your hugs more.
“Grief is a tough and on ongoing journey which everyone who knew you is on,at different points, going different speeds. I don't think the journey has a destination but everyday gets a little bit easier.
“You had an amazing short life, you travelled, had great friends and achieved everything you set your mind to, you were so determined.
“I know you are looking down on us with your cheesy smile helping us on our journeys, keeping us safe, helping to heal broken hearts and only a prayer away.”
Tonight’s mass, led by Fr Joe O’Keeffe, will begin at 7.30pm at the Church of St. Michael the Archangel, in Analeentha, Mourneabbey.
A special memorial service was also held in Glasgow to mark the first anniversary of her death on Tuesday, when Karen's Glasgow Caledonian University friends and classmates paid tribute to her.
Pacteau was jailed for 23 years for murdering Karen.
John Buckley's Poem
THE spirit comes, it is within
The light shines through and out again,
Bells will chime, cracks will heal,
For hope abounds to turn the wheel,
So with hope and Love Divine,
We climb big mountains all the time,
Angels guard us, as we pass nearby,
The golden gates of Heaven,
An open heart, will hold the key,
When turned unfolds the prize to be,
The prize is love and hope shines through,
Divine and pure and all for you.