A tribute has been published online in honour of the late Michael Hughes, a young Farragh, Killoe man who died tragically in 2008. Mr Hughes (20), a student at the University of Limerick (UL), was a son of Seamus and Mary and a nephew to poet and GP, Dr. Philip Brady.
A native of Edgeworthstown and a GP in Edenderry, County Offaly, Dr. Brady composed a poem entitled ‘Searching’ at the time of his nephew’s passing. The poem was then taken by UL students and put to music. The end result is ‘Notes of Memory’. (www.jamescorballis.ie/notesofmemory.html).
Dr Brady began writing poetry over tens years ago and has had four collections of poetry published. Recalling the composition of ‘Searching’, the former St. Mel’s College student, said:
“Quite often in an emotional situation you can say something that is very meaningful. That happens to a lot of people. This particular poem was about the hopelessness and the power of nature.”
Referring to the UL version of the poem set to music, Dr. Brady said:
“I thought it was excellent. When it was played in the church it was very moving and you could hear the rhythm of the waves and feel thoughts drifting in the wind.”
The doctor continued: “Today our family is remarkably good. You do the best you can. It is also remarkable how people can deal with a crisis that might be too big to even think about. It was a very traumatic time but we received huge support from the community. It was really appreciated.”
Michael Hughes’ body was found on the Oranmore shoreline nearly 38 days after he went missing. Michael had been a first year student of Music, Media and Performance Technology at UL. Others who worked on ‘Notes of Memory’ were James Corballis, Patrick Cross, Maeve Garvan, David Kaneswaran and Aoife Caulfield.
by Dr. Philip Brady
I faced the howling winds in anger,
I pleaded with the heaving swell
To take their answers back to harbour
And yield the secrets they could tell.
Then through a clearing in the searching
The wind picked out a passing tune,
The keyboard played its notes of memory
Through the rocks with mystery strewn.
The Music changed the heal the anguish
With organ strains and hymns you’ve known,
You played for hearts and souls that waited
In silent prayer, for you were home.