On my way...

I am sitting on the airplane, headed towards Costa Rica.  Ramona is trying to nap beside me.   She only slept 6 hours last night, after several nights of not quite getting enough sleep.  I wonder if, when it will catch up with her.  I got 3 hours sleep if I was lucky (damned insomnia).  We are dropping in on Ramona’s Dad.  He wasn’t communicating with me, so I just decided to go.  Ramona wanted to.  But now, he becomes a part of our life.  I wonder what part he will play in our lives?  Suddenly there will be a dad where there once was none.  Years ago I had mysteriously lost all the photos from my trip to Costa Rica, so Ramona was never even able to see what he looked like.  A few weeks ago he got a facebook account as a way to stay in touch.  She got to see a picture of him.  She seemed surprised and said he didn’t look like how she thought.  She said she thought he had white hair and a beard.  “Like Santa?” I asked, she said no.  Perhaps it was more resembled a child’s idea of what God looks like.  

Another person we get to meet is the brother Ramona that we just found out that she has.  He is only four months younger than Ramona.  I don’t know what to think about it.  Good for him to have been involved in raising a child, though he isn’t with the mother anymore.  Why did he cut off communication with me?  I ponder various scenarios in my head. For me, this is a truth-seeking journey.  Why did things play out the way they did?  Why was it all so great and yet so bad?

So he is excited and nervous to meet her, and is coming to meet us at the airport and has found us a place to stay and paid three nights, so that's nice.  Good way to begin again.

…Now I am in Dallas, my flight is over an hour late.  I should be flying towards Costa Rica right now.