It’s been a full year since our world changed. A year since I missed a call from Mitch while working in the office, and when I called back fifteen minutes later, a calm, kind employee at Maple Grove Hospital answered instead of him. A year since I heard the words I’ll never forget: “Your husband is having a heart attack.” A year since the sweet nurse at Maple Grove Hospital gave the phone to Mitch so I could hear him say, “I’m going to be okay. I’m where I need to be—they’re taking care of me.” A year since I scrambled to make arrangements for the kids, trying to keep things normal while rushing to the hospital to meet Mitch’s parents. A year since we learned Mitch had suffered a pretty severe heart attack at just 40 years old - 90% blockage, two stents (which I’m still convinced he somehow managed to make sure were Abbott products, even mid-procedure). A year since I had to sit our kids down and explain that their dad had a heart attack, but thankfully, miraculously, he was okay...