Notes from the plane

As I sit on the plane on my return flight from Argentina, not being able to sleep, I am going over on my mind about the few days that I spent there. Once it comes to an end you feel that it was probably too short, that you didn’t enough time to do some other things that you would have wanted to.
I am glad to have got together with some of the classmates from elementary school, two of them that I had not seen since 1969 when we graduated, the other one I had seen last year.
I am also happy to have met again with my high school class mates, and although we had seen each other last September we had had plenty to talk about. We spent 7 hours together and to be honest, we could have spoken another 7. This time instead of remembering our high school days many other issues came up, primarily of our 2010 lives.
But the main reason for this trip was to be with my parents, trying to help in anything I could with doctor’s visits, go out, and try to do things that ordinarily they do not do because of my father’s uneasiness with driving medium distances. What I mean by medium distances for him would probably be short distances to me, or to many Americans. I usually travel to Argentina during the months of august or September, but because of my mother’s lack of health I felt that moving forward that trip would help. I also felt that although my stay would be short it would relieve my sister from having to carry all the wait on her shoulders which she does 11 and a half months a year. I give her tremendous credit for that and I am very thankful for everything she does for them. When one moves to another nation far away most of the times these are the things that we tend to overlook. God bless my sister for all the hard work, support and guidance she gives my parents, her hard work does not go unnoticed.
Before I conclude this short blog I would like to talk just a little bit about my mother’s health, she has lost some of the energy that she had even up to last year when I visited with Ian, I feel that she made some progress during my stay there, and I do not take any credit for it, as I am not a doctor, just a son trying to give back a small portion of what my parents gave me. Apart from her weakness my mother’s biggest issue is, like she says, her fear of returning to the hospital again, a place that she has been many times in the last few years, and especially during 2010, but there is no doubt that her last stays there have left some scars, so her fears are substantiated.
The thing that I tried to remind her and to a certain degree reinforce is that she needs to trust her creator in this, come to the realization that she is not alone in the storm, that God is always faithful, even when we are not, that he was present in his son’s crucifixion and his resurrection. So the whole idea is trust and surrender, we always belong to God.
I asked my mother as I was leaving to fight, never give in to her feelings of anxiety, and that I want to see her get better in the next months until I come back in a few months. I can say with no hesitation that I entrust my parents to God, like I do myself every day of my life.