Thursday, March 1, 2012

Best laid plans

Another missed Kaddish.  I flew on a red eye from California to New York after Shabbat.  The flight was scheduled to come in at 7:15 a.m.  That would leave me enough time to get to get home and then go to shul for Sunday morning Shacharit services.  Unfortunately, the flight was delayed almost two hours, so I didn't get home till after 9:00.  So I davened by myself, then got some more sleep.  Airline travel these days is just not conducive to the timing of Jewish prayer services.  Saying Kaddish would be a lot easier if my father did not live 3000 miles away.  But, I suppose, part of mourning the loss of a parent is caring for the surviving parent.  Grief cannot be allowed to slide into hopelessness.

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