I suspect a lot of people who are concerned about border closures are more concerned with the lack of clarity on how long it will be. If they were given a clear end date, it would be easier to bear. So it may sound awful that my mother is hopping and squirming living in a "zero" Covid country (it's not zero, they have 186 active cases according to The Australian Government Department for Health) but really she just wants to know how long it will be for, and of course she realises nobody can put a definite end date on it, so she focuses on things that might see an end to it, like the vaccine rollout (pretty slow, though hopefully picking up pace) and soundbites from ScoMo and Greg Hunt etc which are not particularly promising. I think there's a commonwealth cabinet meeting tomorrow, perhaps that should shed some light.
The 50 something aged politicians like to talk about being cautious and patient. Fair enough for the vast majority, but my mother is 76. When they talk about 2024 she's realising she'll be nearly 80. And that the UK is a long way to fly when you are nearly 80. My son, who she last saw when he had just turned 12 will be 17. My daughter, who was 10, will be 15. That's a lot of "development" for a grandmother to miss.
So then the guilt comes for me. The guilt that I settled over here, did try to go back in 2007 when the kids were born but the global economic crisis happened and it was the wrong time and somehow it never happened. I got the guilt trip then and I'm feeling it again now.
Is it better of her dying of Covid as it ravages through a cold Melbourne winter? Of course! I"m not daft, really I"m not but it's still a shitstorm in my brain.
At the moment the best I can hope for is that neither of them get seriously ill, and if they do, it's not so serious that they can't hold on for 24 hours travel plus 14 days for me to get to them. So no heart attacks or strokes please, parents. Not yet. Just hang in there a bit until there is no hotel quarantine.
But will they get rid of that? Even after vaccination and borders opening? Probably not, it is thought. It will possibly become a new normal of Australia's strict biosecurity. So I won't really be able to visit because it's too much annual leave in one hit and I'm needed at home by my own family as well.
I'll have to save that for a potential funeral really won't I, unless things change, and hope that they can get here to see me at least once before it gets to that stage of their lives. We've got good genes, they might make it into their 90's so I might get to see them twice more. Maybe 3 times?
I shouldn't really mention funerals, but the thought of them, and how one can arrange one via zoom should the worst happen soon, strikes me out of the blue at 3 in the morning when I wake up with a jolt and wish that this was all a bad dream.
It's not hyperbole, it's my life at the moment, and it could be so much worse if my family were in India or Brazil and I"m well aware of the awful situations that people have found themselves in in the past year. I don't think there's been much worse to watch than people staring at their parent through the glass of nursing homes and their dementia affected parent staring back at them speechless and without comprehension.
But we all have things that sometimes make you gasp awake in the middle of the night and for me at the moment its that something happens and that I can't be there. I can't be the only one.