Max Threinen

Max Threinen of Creighton, Saskatchewan passed away Tuesday, March 4, 2025 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan surrounded by family at age of 3 years.

A Celebration of Life for Max Threinen will be held on Monday, March 17, 2025 at 1:00pm from the Flin Flon Community Hall, 2 North Avenue, Flin Flon, Manitoba with Father Paul Bringleson officiating.

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The Celebration of Life for Max Threinen will be live streamed. Please click on the above link to preregister to view the service. If you have any questions or would like assistance please call 1-877-895-2739.

The family invites the guests to wear Max's favorite colors (blue or yellow), Flin Flon Bomber jersey/apparel, Mighty Max shirts or your favorite NHL teams jersey/apparel.

If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made to Ronald McDonald House Charities online at www.rmhcsk.ca or to the Jim Pattison Children’s Hospital Foundation online at www.pattisonchildrens.ca in the top right corner click on the blue drop down list and choose memorial & tribute donations.

My sweet boy,

From the moment we found out I was pregnant with you, you were our miracle—our baby we were never supposed to have. From that day forward, I treated you like the gift you were. Some said I shouldn’t, but now, I’m so grateful I did.

Ever since you were a baby, you loved going for car rides and walks. That became our life when we were living in Saskatoon, especially when we couldn’t be around many people. We spent hours driving around, just the three of us, watching the world go by. When you were in the hospital, those drives turned into countless steps through the halls—pushing you in your wagon or wheelchair. Those walks became your comfort, and now, they’re memories we will hold on to forever.

You had such a love for life—tools, trucks, sports, books, the beach, and making new friends. You were always curious, always ready for the next adventure. And wherever you went, Duckie was right there with you. Through every surgery and procedure, at bedtime and beyond, Duckie was your constant companion—always by your side, bringing you comfort.

And, oh, did you love to joke around. You had the best sense of humor and a mischievous little smile that could get away with anything. You loved to tease your grandpa by grabbing his Bomber hat and tossing it on the floor—over and over again, just to get a reaction. And when things would happen by accident? Well, that was always your brother Leo’s fault. If your oxygen sensor came off by accident, I’d ask jokingly, “Who did this?” and without missing a beat, you’d flash that smirk and say, “Leo,” before breaking into laughter. Because Leo wasn’t even there. You knew exactly how to keep us all on our toes—and keep us smiling. You even had a favorite prank—pretending there was a mosquito on our heads, just so you had an excuse to smack us.

But beneath all your mischief was a heart that was so kind and so gentle. You loved to take care of the people you loved. You’d ask us to pretend cry just so you could rub our arms and say, “Everything is okay.” And when you focused on something, you had the sweetest little habit—you’d stick your tongue out in concentration (something you inherited from your aunt Rachele and mommy), and it was the cutest thing to watch. It never failed to melt our hearts.

And then there was your bond with Leo. Like any brothers, you two would bicker and push each other’s buttons—but underneath it all, you were each other’s protectors. There was an unspoken love between you, always looking out for one another in the quietest and most powerful ways.

Max had a way of surprising all of us with his strength and spirit. Kire shared one of his favorite memories of Max—standing in the backyard, pitching him a ball. Without hesitation, three-year-old Max stepped up and hit the ball right over the fence. What three-year-old just walks up and does that—especially while being sick? But that was Max. He never let anything hold him back, and he always found a way to amaze us.

Max had a way of bringing everyone together. Kade said his favorite memory of Max was playing mini sticks in the basement with Grandpa. Those moments were simple but full of laughter and joy, and Max made them unforgettable.

And if I am being honest, Max was the boss of the family. We did everything he said. Whether it was where to sit, what game to play, or who to blame for a missing oxygen sensor, Max called the shots—and we were more than happy to follow his lead. He ruled with a playful charm that made us laugh while keeping us all in line.

My boy, you made such an impact in this world. As an ambassador for RMH-SK and JPCH, you touched so many lives—here at home, at the hospital, and beyond. I can’t count how many doctors told me they would change the way they practiced medicine because of you. You were so brave and so strong throughout everything. You never complained, and you rarely cried. People couldn’t believe how brave you were. I remember when two or three people would come in, prepared to hold you down for blood work—and you’d just calmly stick out your arm. They always walked away in awe of you. And saying “wow” he really is a brave boy.

I’ll also never forget the time a doctor wanted you to wear a blood pressure cuff for 24 hours straight. He said they usually never try it with kids under five because they wouldn’t tolerate it—but, of course, you were Max. You wore that cuff the whole time, without a fuss, and gave them perfect, accurate readings. The specialist couldn’t believe it. But that was you—always surprising people, always strong. Maybe being a little stubborn helped, too—but you came by that honestly.

Max, you are our strength.

I promise you—I will keep pushing, advocating, and loving, even in the darkest of times. Through everything, you were always smiling, always joking, always laughing. Your smile and giggle could light up an entire room.

And to all the guests here and watching…Thank you for walking this journey with us. Please, keep holding space for us. Keep sending us your love.

And please always strive to:

Be brave.

Be caring—as max would say “sharing is caring."

Be mighty—just like Max.

I love you to the moon and back my boy. My Maxie moo, my best friend.