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To accompany our theme of The Gathering we are including this essay by<br />

Barbara Scully first heard on Sunday Miscellany in May. It features the<br />

thoughts of a mother whose daughter has emigrated to Australia and will I<br />

think resonate with many parents in a similar situation. Ed.<br />

Till the next time...<br />

“Well, that’s about it I suppose.... no<br />

more news.”<br />

I hate these words as they usually signal<br />

that our conversation on Skype is coming<br />

to its natural conclusion. Except that<br />

there is nothing natural about Skype.<br />

It’s contrived and forced and virtual.<br />

It’s the best thing we have when we are<br />

9,000 miles apart but it’s not real.<br />

We finally hang up... after the lengthy<br />

‘bye so, ok bye, ok love you, ok bye, bye,<br />

bye’ thing we do, as my cursor hovers<br />

over the red ‘hang up call’ button on<br />

screen. Then there’s that horrible noise<br />

that sounds like something being sucked<br />

down a drain and she’s gone.<br />

The picture of her, dressed in her pink<br />

PJs lying on her bed stays with me as I<br />

imagine her jumping up to head off to<br />

brush her teeth. A few moments later<br />

and she will return to climb into bed<br />

under the lightest of cotton sheets, her<br />

beloved black cat settling down beside<br />

her. I sit staring at my laptop and curse<br />

that yet again I have nothing interesting<br />

in for lunch.<br />

Then I curse the bloody weather and<br />

freezing temperatures, I curse Enda<br />

Kenny and his entire cabinet, I curse<br />

Fianna Fail before them and finally curse<br />

the gaping huge distance that separates<br />

me from my first born. I allow myself a<br />

few minutes to wallow in the frustration<br />

of not being able to give her a hug..... or<br />

to receive one of hers. I desperately want<br />

to be able to smell her hair and wonder<br />

at glow of her beautiful skin. I want to<br />

feel the air around her shimmer as she<br />

laughs. I want to savour the sound as it<br />

falls all around me.<br />

Then I get cross with myself for feeling<br />

sorry for myself when I know so many<br />

in this country are suffering fates much<br />

worse than mine.<br />

I bang cups and plates around in the<br />

kitchen and the dog looks at me with<br />

his doleful eyes, sensing that there is<br />

violence and anger bubbling gently<br />

somewhere just beyond his perception.<br />

I make a cup of tea and sit at my kitchen<br />

table. The dog settles at my feet. And<br />

for the hundredth time I realise that right<br />

now what I want more than anything<br />

else is to have her sit opposite me and to<br />

talk rubbish and gossip and giggle. Hell,<br />

I would even take an argument with her<br />

if it meant being able to share her space,<br />

to be in her energy.<br />

I want to look around me and see the<br />

imprint of her life in mine. A handbag<br />

here, a scarf there, shoes abandoned<br />

by the front door. I miss her always,<br />

but sometimes<br />

desperately.<br />

She is probably<br />

sleeping now in the<br />

heat of the Perth<br />

night, under the<br />

languid movement of<br />

a ceiling fan. I think<br />

of all the nights when<br />

she was little and I<br />

would check her<br />

room before I retired<br />

to bed. Bending<br />

down to stroke her<br />

hair and pull the<br />

duvet up higher.<br />

I didn’t know then<br />

how precious those<br />

days were. Perhaps<br />

it’s just as well.<br />

I don’t know when I will see her again<br />

and perhaps that also is just as well.<br />

Because right now all that is keeping me<br />

sane is the vague hope that somehow, in<br />

the not too distant future, the possibility<br />

of making the trip to the other side of<br />

the world will suddenly reveal itself.<br />

I drain my tea. “Come on dog, let’s go<br />

for a walk”. The pain has passed. Till<br />

the next time.<br />

Barbara Scully<br />

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