I was stuck overseas when my mum died. The reopening of international borders is bittersweet for Australians like me | Kate Guest

While I’m thrilled to see joyful airport reunions, it’s incredibly painful for those of us who will never have that moment

The last time I hugged my mum was early on a July morning in 2019 as I put her in a taxi outside my house in Canterbury, Kent. I should have been driving her to Heathrow myself. I’d picked her up at 6am when she’d arrived from Australia, but I was feeling fractious after five weeks together in my cramped terrace house, the longest we’d spent under one roof in 20 years. And I knew she’d be back before long.

I blamed the baby, said she wasn’t in the mood for a four-hour round trip, and ordered a taxi instead.

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