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A photo of Ashling Murphy among flowers and candles at a makeshift shrine during a vigil in her memory at Leinster House, Dublin, following her murder while jogging along the Grand Canal in Tullamore, Co Offaly. Picture: Brian Lawless/PA Wire

We've all had a week to try to come to terms with the murder of Ashling Murphy. I’m still not sure what to say. I fear I may not have the right to say anything, and I would never wish to intrude on the terrible traumatic grief her family must be going through.

But as a human being, I cannot begin to countenance the depth of pain involved. In any family death, there is immense pain and loss. In situations where the death is traumatic, it can sometimes be impossible to get to a point of mourning until the trauma is addressed. Questions remain forever, and the question that can never be answered is why? Deep support over a long time is essential. There are no words, no formula, no solution that can ever make it right.