Many people have been asking if I am going to attend the funeral in Australia, and if the problem is a matter of cost. I've even received a few kind offers of loans, and advice on bereavement fares. I guess most people don't realize that it takes around 30 hours of travel each way to get to Australia from the East Coast of the USA. I would have had to have left yesterday, which would have placed me in Sydney probably only the night before the funeral (Australia's East Coast is sixteen hours ahead of EST) and even if I'd left immediately afterwards, I wouldn't have returned to Pennsylvania until next Thursday at the earliest, heavily jetlagged and in much worse shape.
A Year with Frog and Toad opens Friday night. Not only am I one of an almost equally weighted five-member cast, I am the musical director. I could go into detail explaining all the things I have to do in the next week, but instead I'm just going to say that there is no question that I need to stay here.
I've known for a long time that it was highly unlikely I would be able to attend Dad's funeral. I came to terms with that months ago. Funerals are for the living, not for the dead. I might have considered going if Mum were alone or not coping well. She's sad, but she's doing all right, and she has Trevor. I'll see them in August as planned. I'll see Dad then too.
Small things are making me cry. I think that's normal, though.