There was a very strange feeling at Sydney Airport today. Though of course there are times when it can be reasonably quiet there, there’s always at least some “buzz” around the place. When I caught the train to the airport, there was only one other person who got off at the same time as me. She was already wearing a face-mask.
“You’re not separating the seats anymore?”, I heard one passenger ask a flight attendant. You could sense his disappointment, as he looked down the aisle, hoping there might have been at least one free seat. I felt the same.
As we arrived at Ballina Airport, I looked out for Michelle, who had come down from Lismore (about thirty minutes drive) to pick me up. Immediately, I noticed no one was allowed in the airport. There were maybe thirty or so people waiting OUTSIDE the terminal. Michelle waited in the car until she saw me arrive.
This is the first time I’ve been home since Christmas. I had hoped to come home earlier for Easter, but everything has been on hold since COVID-19.
At just over eight hundred kilometres away, it’s about eighty minutes to fly from Sydney to Lismore. Announcing the resumption of a more “regular” pattern of flights, I managed to score a round ticket price of $70, plus $30 for securing front row seats. Bargain.
As part of this trip I was planning to visit family member, “Young Margy” who has spent the last few weeks battling pancreatic cancer (the same cancer that killed her mother only a few years ago). I’d organised some cross-border passesm so we could head up to Brisbane on Monday.
Sadly, she died just before midnight last night.
Much love to the whole family at this time.