Ursula Barwick is my cousin, more like my sister. In 1987, when she was 17 and I was almost 15, Ursula disappeared. It took 30 years to find her.

Every person who knew Ursula, both those who grew up with her, those who were close to her, and those who only said a casual hello to her in the school yard or up the street, all remember the same things. Ursula was always laughing, always smiling, always having fun.

The circumstances surrounding her death in a car accident are now in the hands of the NSW Coroner and I look forward to having clearer answers to the questions we cannot answer at this time.

Ursula Barwick, found