In the 70s and 80s I would keep a diary, but somehow life gets busy and like zillions of others suddenly there is no time to reflect. When something happens in your life that that brings you to the point where you have to think about life itself then reflection is a pre-requisite. My Dad died a week ago today. He was 87 , had an eventful life and went peacefully and fairly quickly. But he was the last buffer for me as my Mum died some time ago. So it's me next. What a thought. And maybe I need to reflect on life around me , my life and others lives. And so my blog begins.