Advent is one of my favorite seasons of the church year. I adore the hymns, the preparations, the entire thing. This year, I already knew that the hope of Advent would be something I would be clinging to. Now I find I'm clinging to it even more. My FIL has been diagnosed with mesothiloma ( I don't htink I"m spelling this right, but i'm in a hurry) around his heart and in his lungs. Not Good. So, for the second time in just a few years, I got to tell my children their grandparent is dying.