A short post today, as I have just heard the news of the Guilty verdict in the high-profile murder case of Alison Baden-Clay.
Beautiful wife and mother of three little girls, Alison disappeared one night, two years ago, to the shock of our local community.
Today her husband, Gerard Baden-Clay, was sentenced to life imprisonment for her murder. He has brought shame to the memory of his great-grandfather, Lord Baden Powell, founder of the Boy Scout movement.
Like many others, I feel tears of relief and sadness that justice has now been done. The victim impact statements by her family are heart-breaking.
I have never commented on this before, because this happened in my neighbourhood. We live in a gentle, idyllic, semi-rural area, on the edge of the city. Nothing bad happens here. Not until that night.
For the 10 days until Alison's body was found, 13km away, our homes were buzzed by searching helicopters all day, every day.
The creek where I walk was dragged and searched, people were questioned, we saw the hundreds of police combing their property and our area. It was eerie and frightening. There could be a murderer in our midst.
Well, there was, but it was her own husband.
I did not know her personally, but Alison was a member of the same parish, community and neighbourhood. Her favourite colour was sunny yellow.
My heart goes out to her little girls, her parents and family.
May she rest in peace.