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.