Last night I was missing my grandpa.

At first I thought it was because my mom had mentioned today that he’d been such a beanpole build that it was no surprise that those genes combined with Scout’s genes would make such a tall and skinny boy.

Then I realized that we are entering the Easter season and the last day I saw him was Easter Sunday. In all these years, I haven’t quite been able to move past the Good Friday aspect of the season and into the resurrection celebration.

So it is no wonder that I am missing him. It is my season of missing him, as I have done for half my life now.

Last year I was “great with child” and had no desire to observe Lent. This year I feel a pull to do something … I don’t know what feels right to me. I don’t think I have the will for a sacrifice. At this time I feel like I want to give. I feel … I feel blessed enough to share.

(Which isn’t to say that I am without fear and worry, my dad is back in the hospital for the 3rd time since the beginning of December – and as I typed the above paragraph, that hit me hard and I, like the girl in Zoolander (ed Cricket totally called me out – it’s Dodgeball not Zoolander – which the best part is I *looked it up* to make sure I didn’t screw up the reference – and I *still* did), almost threw up in my mouth a little bit.)

Mrs. Flinger’s “A Diet A Day” approach has worked for her – Perhaps Dawn’s “A Lent A Day” will work for me.

For those of you of the Christian persuasion – do you do anything for Lent?