Denise 🌻🐈

@Michaeljos92972 My husband passed on Feb 26th, he got paid on the 11th of March, went right back out a week later. They waste no time! Need to apply for death benefit I know its not much but every little bit helps, need to apply for part of is SS as well.

LOL we just spoke to social security canceling Rebecca’s Benefits. Big loss for those in retirement. But Never mind. They've come to our rescue. I get $255 toward her funeral costs. What a relief. Social Security sure makes out when someone dies early. So, if Rebecca had lived to 80 Social Security would have had to pay around $260,000. Instead they're sending me $255! Sounds fair. 😓😬

@NancySinatra My husband just passed from lung cancer, I know how you feel. It took the life we had planned away from us. Cancer is such a horrible disease and smoking is a horrible addiction.

Remembering my late husband, Robert Edward “Hugh” Lambert, on the anniversary of his birth. Hugh was a truly wonderful man. A talented dancer, choreographer, director, and Broadway actor. More importantly, he was a doting dad and a devoted husband. Hughie, even after all these years, it still feels strange to celebrate your birthday without you. It’s hard to not be upset that you’re not here with us, because we miss you so much, but I know that you’re looking down on us. We’ll be thinking about you today, a little more than usual. Happy birthday in Heaven, my love. You are forever in my heart. If you are reading this and you’re a smoker, please think about quitting today. And if you’re not a smoker, please don’t pick up the habit. Smoking doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts everyone who loves you. My daughters missed out on a lifetime of memories with their dad because of smoking, and my granddaughters were deprived of a loving grandfather, who they will only know through pictures and the stories. Please take care of yourself, willya? xo 📸 x Ron Joy

@DecodingFoxNews Happy Birthday!!

Happy Birthday Liza Minnelli! I share the same birthday along with Girl Scouts of America! I have nothing planned for today but I'm hoping to make it to the Metropolitan Museum of Art tomorrow (It's supposed to rain today) How old am I? Generation X! 😉

@mikejwhelan Beautifully written.

Is Living Worth It After the Love of Your Life Dies? By Michael Whelan People think grief is crying. That’s the polite version. The version people can tolerate. 😔 The truth is much uglier. When the love of your life dies, the world commits its first act of cruelty by continuing to spin. The sun rises. The neighbors mow their lawn. People laugh at restaurants and argue about nothing important. Life moves forward like your universe didn’t just collapse. But inside your house, time stops. The quiet becomes unbearable. For years—maybe decades—your life had a rhythm. Their voice calling your name. The sound of them moving around the kitchen. The familiar music of two lives intertwined in thousands of small, ordinary moments. Then suddenly it’s gone. You swear you hear them sometimes. A floorboard creaks. A door shifts in the air conditioning. Your brain rushes to believe they’re still there, just in the other room. Then reality slams into you again. They’re not. Grief isn’t just sadness. It’s confusion. Your mind feels scrambled. People call it grief fog or widow brain. The brain shifts into survival mode after trauma, and suddenly you can’t focus, can’t remember simple things. You walk into a room and forget why. You stare at objects they touched—a coffee mug, a sweater—and they feel both sacred and unbearable. Your whole life was built around one person. The one who understood you when no one else did. The one who could calm the storm in your mind with a sentence, a touch, a look. And now they’re gone. That’s when the real question creeps in. Is living even worth it? People don’t like that question. It makes them uncomfortable. They rush in with lines like, “She’s in a better place,” or “Time heals everything.” But they’re not the ones sitting in the silence at two in the morning. They’re not staring at an empty chair. They’re not reaching across the bed and touching nothing but cold sheets. You don’t want to die. Not exactly. But sometimes the exhaustion of carrying that much heartbreak makes you wonder how long a human heart can keep doing this. Breathing. Existing. Remembering. And the memories don’t show up gently. They ambush you. A song. A smell. A random photograph. Suddenly you’re back in a moment when the world was still whole. And then it isn’t again. Some nights the grief is so heavy that sleep becomes the only mercy. Not because you want life to end—but because you need a few hours where the pain finally goes quiet. But buried inside the wreckage is a truth that takes time to understand. The reason it hurts this much is because the love was real. ❤️ Not casual. Not temporary. Real love—the kind built over years of ordinary mornings and extraordinary battles. The kind that survives sickness, laughter, anger, forgiveness, and everything life throws at two people determined to stay together. When that kind of love disappears from the room, it leaves a crater. So is living worth it? Right now, on the worst days, it may not feel like it. But the love you shared didn’t vanish. It changed shape. It lives in every memory, every lesson, every moment you carry forward. And maybe—just maybe—the reason you keep breathing is because somewhere deep down you know this: A love that powerful deserves to be remembered. Even if remembering hurts like hell. 💔

@mikejwhelan Beautiful! She was quite an accomplished woman, she looked like she could have been a model. You are a very lucky man to have such a woman.

REST IN PEACE 1956 - 2026 Rebecca Imsick Whelan, beloved wife, mother, daughter, and friend, passed away peacefully after a long and courageous battle with Parkinson’s disease and the devastating complications of Parkinson’s psychosis. She lived a life defined by compassion, creativity, and a deep love for all living things. A devoted vegetarian for nearly fifty years, Rebecca believed kindness toward animals, children, and one another was the truest measure of a life well lived. Rebecca was a woman of many passions. She was a devoted race car driver who loved the thrill of the track, an avid golfer who cherished the beauty and quiet of the game, a gifted painter whose art reflected her gentle spirit, and an incredible chef who brought family and friends together around the table. The daughter of Richard and Beverly Imsick and the loving sister of Rhonda, Rebecca carried her family’s love wherever she went. Above all, she was a mother to all—offering warmth, guidance, and unconditional love to everyone fortunate enough to know her. She leaves behind her devoted husband of nearly five decades, Michael J. Whelan, who never left her side in sickness or in health, along with her loving children, her sister Rhonda, daughter of Richard and Beverly, and countless friends whose lives she touched. Rebecca’s legacy is one of compassion, strength, and a love that will endure forever. 💙

@mikejwhelan I am going through this now, my stepson and his girlfriend will be leaving to live overseas in two weeks, I am dreading the quite, even with them here, there is still a quiet, without my husband, the house doesn't hum like it used to, and our bed is missing him as well.

The Quiet. by Michael Whelan The first two days were manageable. The house was full of people—friends, stories, casseroles, hugs that lasted a little longer than usual. Everyone spoke about Rebecca like she had just stepped into the next room and might return any minute. We laughed about old memories. We cried about the hard ones. For a little while, the noise protected me. But now everyone has gone home. And the house is quiet. Too quiet. A quiet house isn’t for me. A home is! For fifty years there was always something—Rebecca’s voice calling my name from another room, the soft rhythm of her breathing beside me at night, the clatter of dishes, the television humming while she drifted in and out of sleep, even the gentle chaos of illness that had taken over our lives these past few years. There was always her. Now there is just silence. The kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes it hard to breathe. The first morning I woke up and instinctively turned to say something to her. I don’t even remember what it was. Something small. Something ordinary. And then it hit me. She isn’t here. No voice. No laugh. No “Michael?” called from the bedroom. Just quiet. People tell me this is normal. They say the grief will soften with time. They say I’ll get through this. Maybe they’re right. But right now, to be honest, I’m going through a depression so deep it feels like the floor has disappeared beneath my feet. Fifty years. Fifty years of waking up next to the same woman. Fifty years of shared jokes, shared struggles, shared dreams. Fifty years of building a life that made sense because she was standing right there beside me. We were meant to be together. Not apart. That’s the part my mind can’t seem to accept. I walk through the house and every room holds a ghost of her. Her chair. Her blanket. The place where she used to sit and watch the world go by. Everything is still here. Except Rebecca. People say you never forget. I know that’s true. But they don’t tell you how empty the remembering can feel when the person you love most in the world is no longer here to make new memories with you. This house used to be our home. Now it just feels like a building filled with echoes. And tonight, sitting here in the quiet, I realize something I never understood before. When you lose the love of your life, the silence doesn’t just fill the house. It fills you too. And right now… I feel as empty as the rooms she left behind.

@mikejwhelan Please make sure the hospice nurse or a neighbor stays with you. Not good to be by yourself.

Rebecca Died 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@mikejwhelan I am so, so, sorry! I know how much you loved her, may that love take you through this horrible time. My husband passed a week ago today, I know what your going through.

@mikejwhelan It was great to know Hospice had our backs, I wanted and needed for nothing, they handled it all, having an aide bathe my husband because I couldn't was huge, I cannot tell you how great full I am for them! Took a lot off of my plate!

House is full of nurses and Aids, social workers and Chaplins. Two, she must be special 😓💙

@nua_peasant I took care of both of my parents as well, it wasn't until after my mother passed and putting my father in a care home due to Alzheimer's did I realize how burnt out I was, and I was working also, I don't know how I did it, but I did. It's not easy.

Caregiving for both parents in succession is the easily hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Glad I can do it and do it well, but it involves a particular kind of weariness that does not abate until the person dies and you get through the worst of the early grief. I had four months between acute grief for my mom and my dad’s health emergency that set off the cascade of issues I’ve been managing for him for the past six months. I love him dearly and will soldier on but today I am tired. I say this for those of you who know what I’m talking about — not because I need sympathy generally. Sometimes I think it helps more to hear fellow caregivers talking about these struggles outside of the context of some depressing Facebook group dedicated to the topic.

@mikejwhelan My husband is on hospice for stage 4 cancer, they have been wonderful! Everyone has been so great, caring and compassionate. Someone comes to bathe him and change his bedding, med's are delivered, nurse comes 2-3 times a week, literally couldn't get through this without them.

HOSPICE UPDATE It was a long day for us. Social worker, nurse, Aid coordinator and chaplain all swung by. They were all so generous. I know it's almost 3am but I at least slept from 8pm to 2pm. Needed it. Strange way life comes at you at the end of your life. The nurse was fantastic. I wish she could move in. In a few minutes she determined that Rebecca had a UTI. Antibiotic called in we had it in 2 hours. The only other issue is Bella who broke her back isn't doing well. My hearts broken about her. I'm sure they're going to suggest more surgery. 🐶 Love you all.

@JoJoFromJerz 1,2,3,8,10,5,7,9,4,6

What’s your top 3?

@mmpadellan @NicolleDWallace She is doing an excellent, job not sugar coating it at all, telling it like it is! I love her!!

THANK YOU, @NicolleDWallace, for assigning the correct amount of "WTF?" to trump's bizarre Town Hall last night. All day long, news programs have been insanely sanewashing it. Playing it with a timer to show how nuts it was: chef's kiss. BRAVO! 👏🏽

@SussexHenryVIII Yep! Every time I try to like something I keep getting : This request looks like it may be automated.

Maybe I am a conspiracy theorist but the second it became clear Walz was winning the debate, X took a total crap.

@MarkHamill Happy Birthday Mark Hamill!! What you do for this site is immeasurable, so lucky you are on our side!!

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@JoDivaRunner @charbrown20 Thank you!😘

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How dare she allow named sources to come out and defend her? Using real sources makes an article more credible and is against Royal protocol! Is she planning to refute all future,“sources say,” stories with real on the record sources? It’s not fair! HMTK must remove all titles!

@QueenRMade1 LOL, funny how she has an alternate reality for him, she is ridiculous. I guess she can't face the reality that he is happy, thriving and has quite a lot of friends who are probably more like family.

Harry left🇬🇧over 4 yrs ago.😂 Since he’s said he felt lonely in🇬🇧& fills fulfilled in 🇺🇸surrounded by his 🇺🇸family. British media is like the jilted ex that refuses to accept that he’s moved on. So, they fantasize, lie, smear & hate his on🇺🇸life &🇺🇸family & friends Deranged AF!😭

@GlowanneLee Somehow I can't see either of them cleaning their toilets, like the rest of us.

ROYAL INDOCTRINATION & PROPAGANDA IN THE U.K. “We know William and Kate don’t have any staff living in and do everything for themselves…” Vaness Feltz 🤨🙄🙄 I ended up posting the whole clip just because of the above quote.

@mayaharris_ She rocked it!!

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