I can’t fathom how anyone can take a life. What goes through your head? At what point does it seem like a rational idea to kill someone? To take them away from those who love them?
There are theories a go-go about Allison’s tragic death. It has been 11 days since her disappearance and everyone has a hypothesis. Of course, the high-profile husband is the prime suspect. The rumour mill is in overdrive – talk he hired someone to do it, talk of affairs and financial struggles. While it’s easy to get swept up in the hype, we probably won’t ever know the true story.
To the outside world, Allison and Gerard were the perfect couple – money, success, three adorable daughters and an expensive home in an upper-class Brisbane suburb. Who knows what went on behind closed doors? Who knows how happy or unhappy they really were? Perhaps the husband is innocent? Perhaps his heart is also breaking in one million little pieces right now? Whether he did it or not, his life won’t ever be the same again.
But boy do I feel for those little girls. How do you explain this to a five-year-old, eight-year-old and 10-year-old? They are so young, so innocent. Well, they were. It breaks my heart to even think about it. And if their father did do it? Well, they have lost both their parents. Forever.
It reads just like the script out of a Law & Order episode, and I really do love a good crime show, only this is real and it’s happening in my town. As I type this, two loving parents have to come to terms with the fact that someone took their little girl’s life. Friends and family are receiving the news they have been dreading for 11 days. Allison has been killed. Again, I just don’t understand it. Murder. Taking someone else’s life.
A few months ago a father took the life of his son by jumping off the Story Bridge in Brisbane – a murder-suicide. I was furious. Heartbroken. Devastated. All I could think of was the poor mother who would never see her little angel again. (You can read this post here.) Again I am sickened. And saddened. Another life lost, someone taken before their time through violence.
To those three little girls who have lost their mummy forever, I send you love. I wish I could say something. Do something. I hope you remember your mum forever. I hope you have fond memories of wonderful times – of dress ups and shopping trips and playing dolls and singing and dancing. I don’t think Allison will ever be very far from her daughters. She will certainly live in their hearts, and I am sure family and friends will ensure that her memory is kept alive.
Unfortunately, it will be a long time until these girls will be able to even attempt to live a normal life – in some respects, I’d say the worst is yet to come.
Rest in peace, Allison.