What's It All About ? Alfie.

When I was a child, I would always be asking questions. Used to drive the family crazy, I'm sure.

My Mom had the most patience of everyone. I would ask her things that I'm sure my older sisters didn't or wouldn't.

No matter how absurd the question, my mother would always answer it the best she could. And of course, being young, I would take her replies as 'gospel'.

I remember when my father's mother died, I was around 5 years old. I couldn't get my head around what had happened. All I knew was that there was a lot of crying coming from my aunt and people were very sad.

I am sure I asked my Mom what dying was. And I am sure she gave me an answer that was befitting a five year old. 

I am certain that it was this first experience with death that set me on a journey to find out more about it. Why do we all die? What's the point of living, if we die? Who allows this to happen to those you love?

Never thought it would be 'life-long' journey. There were times I would spend too much time on this topic.....trying to understand and find the 'point' of it all. 

We all, I am sure, ask these questions sometime throughout our lives. And we all find 'answers' that work best for us.

Rest assured, I am not always serious. I do, and can, be 'light' about things. But I do need a reminder every now and then. That's where Ron comes in and gives me a 'nudge' to lighten up.