I'd love to wave a magic wand for Mickey Harte or travel in some sort of time capsule to reverse forever the terrible few minutes of January 2011 when his daughter was murdered. And all that has happened since.
I'm sure there are mornings when Mickey wakes up in the twilight world between sleep and consciousness, and he imagines it's all just a nightmare. But it's real. Michaela is gone. This morning he will wake to another awful dawn.
For yesterday, the men accused of murdering his daughter were set free after being found innocent by a jury in Mauritius.
I met her once at an 'Up for The Match'. Kerry were playing Tyrone the next day in the All Ireland final.
She had such lovely sallow skin, the handsome high cheekbones of the north with the brown conker-colour eyes and the dark silken hair.
I advised Michaela, jokingly, she should ditch her boyfriend and get a real man, a Kerryman. It was all good humoured and she was well able for it.
"I have a man", she said, "and I wouldn't change him for any man, not even a Kerryman."
The man she wouldn't swap was John, her fine young husband who has endured so much over the last 18 months. Her love for him shone through that night.
We were to be the first on air and just before the off, the news came through the father that Tyrone goalkeeper John Devine had died a few hours earlier. Michaela's face darkened.
"He's from our parish. What will I do?"
There was certain innocence about her. Naivety even. It was just that she wanted to do the right thing. As a father, I felt for her. She couldn't call her own Dad. He was getting a team ready to play an All Ireland the next day.
Michaela went on the show and expressed her sympathy for the Devine family. She was just herself. Sensible. Honest and open too, and you could tell she knew no other way.
I distinctly remember thinking to myself she was the kind of girl you'd love for your own young lad to marry.
I know her mother is a wonderful woman. That shines through, but I'm writing this as a GAA man and a dad.
I feel so much for Mickey. Maybe there is some peace for him in sport. For me, it's the greatest form of escapism of all, and more than that too. You can help others while fulfiling yourself at the same time.
Mickey Harte, I' m sure, takes solace in his managing of the Tyrone team. It must keep him very, very busy and hopefully takes up much of his thinking downtime. Players are a full-time job and need to be daddied as much as trained and coached. He sees his role as more than winning All Irelands. His aim is to make his players into better men.
I've come across some of the Tyrone players over the years and all have said Mickey Harte is the most inspirational man they have ever met.
Us sports writers whinge about the GAA from time to time. But when we are in trouble, the local club will rally round with apple pies and words of sympathy.
Lads with whom you would have had fierce rows on the sideline call to the house with an offer of help. Kerry and Tyrone have had a fiery, tempestuous relationship over the years but some of the Kerry lads drove a round trip of 14 hours in the one day to be at Michaela's funeral.
Mickey embraced them like the brothers they truly are. They'll be texting, calling and writing from all over Ireland.
I met Mickey in Clarinbridge one time. We were an hour early for another GAA programme. For me, it was a master class in honest talking. He was just so nice. I told him a few little problems that were bothering me.
"Take it easy on yourself," he said.
I never forgot those wise words.
He is a very brilliant man and with a rare gift many smart men do not possess. Mickey Harte gets his message across in a simple way, which is the true sign of genius. That night I got an insight as to why Mickey is the most successful GAA manager of his generation.
I also took the impression Mickey was the kind of a man who couldn't say no. I might just rephrase that. Mickey is the kind of man who could say no to himself, but not to others.
That's just me, but this man has touched the lives of so many people for the better through sport, his writing and his truly inspirational public speaking.
Mickey is strong and very spiritual but even his faith must have been challenged by the events of January 2011 and now July 2012.
How can you explain Michaela's death? She was a good and kind person. Her very dignity was taken away by a ruthless defence counsel who commented in a derisory and cruel way on the intimacy of Michaela's marriage to the man she loved so much. How hard is that to take for a father?
Bad enough your daughter is murdered but then she is ritually dissected in a court case thousands of miles from home.
Michaela and her husband John were entering the blooming and consummation of their wedding vows. The intimacies of their love life were pure and profound and based on a really loving relationship.
I just prayed for Mickey when I read the trial reports. It would tear any father apart. Mickey must have felt so frustrated and powerless. And even more so now with the not guilty verdict.
I had Mickey's number back then and I was going to call or text but I didn't know what to say. I felt I didn't know him well enough.
Two men have been found not guilty of his daughter's murder.
I'm writing this now because I want to be sure Mickey knows just how much he is loved. The Harte and McAreavy families must be told the people of Ireland know the truth, and no one I have met has had a bad word to say about John or Michaela.
The families have said "there are no words to describe their sense of devastation and desolation". Every man and woman in this, our island has shed a tear for Michaela.
We do not know who killed this lovely girl, and so there's no finality. No earthly end anyway.
Mickey, we know the hour will come when you will meet Michaela's spirit and as the days goes by she will relate to you in ways you will recognise when that time comes. Maybe she has done so already. There is a communion of the spirit that knows no boundaries.
We must believe this, if life is to make any sense at all. I cannot explain why an innocent girl from a good home was taken, but I do believe there is some sort of cosmic afterworld. The directions to, and the description of, I cannot tell.
I feel it most when I visit my dad's grave on days when our thoughts merge, and on the night when the exact details of Michaela's death were made public, I asked him to look after Mickey Harte's girl.
I'm not certain though, Mickey, if she'll ever get him to shout for Tyrone against Kerry but I know for sure he will give your pet a hug and cheer her up no end.
Because that's what fathers do.