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  • Writer's pictureTheresa Minnoch


My Husband passed away May 2020. He was totally healthy, or so we thought. He came home to fix the computer for the kids to do online schooling and left to go to his parents and help his sister move something. Later that day, he said he wasn’t feeling well. He passed away early the next morning before dawn of and Aortic Aneurysm. It turns out he had a connective tissue gene mutation called Mafan’s syndrome.

I have four children. My youngest age 5 now has also been diagnosed with this condition.

As we moved through October, I noticed grief coming in waves. I would start missing him, remembering him, thinking of our life together, and getting upset that there were things that needed to be done around the house that I couldn’t do. I have learned that grief is not fun, but it is also not the end of the world. I have learned to greet grief like an old friend, one that you can’t live without, yet not really looking forward to. When I notice the grief, I take a moment, sometimes longer, and just be with it. Miss him, remember him, be sad he is gone, and allow every feeling to come and pass in it's own time.

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