My father never, to my recollection, spoke to me about religion or god or his religious beliefs.  I knew, though, that he was religious.  He was just very, very private about his beliefs.  I don't, to this day, know exactly what his religious beliefs were, but I do know (or I think I do) they were Christian beliefs and he was a religious man.  My mother told me, after he died, his favorite hymn was Amazing Grace.  I remember a few occasions when I heard him humming it...or maybe even singing it.  Or maybe those are false memories.  I don't know. 
Regardless, I associate that hymn with my father.  Whenever I hear it, I think of him.  When I hear it, I get very emotional and I tend to tear-up.  Don't know just why, but I do.  
I'm not religious, at least not in the traditional way. I don't believe there is a god that has ultimate responsibility for everything.  I don't think there's a powerful being that created mankind.  All of that stuff strikes me as utter fantasy.  But I believe there is more to "us" than higher-level animals who can think and plan.  I don't think there's an afterlife, but I think the lives we live allow us to have a mark on the future...or at least on the present. I believe in concepts of goodness and badness.  I believe people should be good to one another.  I don't believe people should steal from one another.  I don't believe murder, whether by individuals or the state, is acceptable.  I have morality.  I just don't quite know how to defend it.  I don't do it through god.
Physics cannot explain all the "BIG" questions to my satisfaction. But I don't buy the religious explanations, either. 
It's late.  I have to sleep.  These questions won't get answered tonight.  They won't get answered in this lifetime.
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