A Bex and a Cuppa

My Auntie Ron, long dead, was one of my heroes in my life as a boy.  She and Uncle Bill were just great people and great fun, or that is how they were to a ten old boy living under the much stricter reign of my parents.  I could go to them for sleepovers and it was fun all the way, beginning with the ride in their crazy cars driven by an eccentric Uncle Bill who was forever cursing every other fool on the road.  I loved it.  At their home, it was food of your choice and entertainment all night with TV of your choice, coke and chips and the ever riveting antics of Auntie Ron and Uncle Bill's incessant arguing.  That is how it was and I loved it.  Even their house was entertainment itself, with its somewhat kooky hole in the open patio that was meant to be the swimming pool.

Well, no one is perfect - not even Auntie Ron.  Life was tough, ever struggling to make ends meet, but ever joyful for her with her Billie.  When it got really tough, Auntie would take a Bex and a cup of tea.  Bex no longer exists but was a popular addition to life in Australia as the cure for all things.  Research later showed that Bex taken too often was no good for you.  So what was the cure for all pain, no longer is.  Such is what happens.

In life as we face its many struggles, its ups and downs, and try to traverse its confusing paths, we all need our Bex and a cuppa.  We just do it in different ways.   Some ways can be more destructive than others and so I could no longer find a Bex.  Maybe a cuppa is sufficient.

Through whatever confusion or struggle we face, we remain the good people we truly are.  We are just that paradox in life which can be so confusing but let it never fool us.  The basic truth is we are good people, we will get through whatever we face and we will continue to make that great contribution our world needs to enjoy from us.   As St Teresa of Avila would say to her Sisters after leaving the confessional - Keep on going!