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.
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I'm so sorry. {{hugs}}
I, too, find the rhythm and meaning of Advent to be comforting. I'm going to miss it this year by being out-of-town, but our church is having a Solstice Service on Dec. 21st, for those dealing with loss, sadness and darkness in their lives.
Trouble always does seem to come in bunches. Hang in there.
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