Donna
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Donna
@dklanc12
Loves God, hubby,family,my sister from another mister, my precious fur babies and life❤ .Retired, trying to recover from 44 years of work😊. Conservative ❤️
Katılım Ekim 2012
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If you pray please say a prayer for my nephew, Gage. He races motocross and took a bad wreck off a jump today. So far it’s a broken wrist and collarbone. He just not long ago healed from a fractured collarbone.
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My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.
It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.
The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.
The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.
In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.
The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.
I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.
That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.
I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.
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Happy Birthday to my soul sister @tkrumbine ! Looking forward to many more years of sarcasm and discussing our ailments 😂 Love you!
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@NOLALady6 I understand, I was at 44 years. I am just so happy for you!! ♥️♥️♥️
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@dklanc12 Thank you, Donna. It’s been a long 46 years.😁
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Yay for me, I let my boss know that I’ll be retiring at the end of the year.🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉
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#POstables this is a picture of my Mom And Dad on their wedding day. They’re both in Heaven now and I miss them. ❤️❤️
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What an absolute Creep! Gay influencer buying his 3rd infant. Disgusting.
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Sara was broadsided by a hit and run driver yesterday. He literally had a teardrop tattoo on his face and screamed threats in Spanish before backing out from the collision and leaving the scene of the accident. Thank God she seems to be unharmed.
This is why we support ICE.
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Is he right? I think not.
Not in America. We will never submit to radical ideology.
God, Country, Guns, and Freedom.
I am proud to be an American. 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
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We need more mental facilities.
Libs of TikTok@libsoftiktok
This is Stephanie Fritsch. He’s now the Minority Inspector of elections of Wiconisco Township, Pennsylvania (D) This is real
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This is an evil thing to say. Being forced to amputate my breasts in order to save my life when I wanted nothing more than to breastfeed my newborn son was traumatic. I am not over it. I am going to continue to talk about it for the sake of myself and for those who can relate.
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@dklanc12 Thank you so much, Donna. It’s hard but we are trusting God to care for him and take him home gently. 💔
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#POstables this is a post from FB my sister posted yesterday regarding our brother Ray. I couldn’t put it any better so I’m just going to post it here. Thank you all for your kind words and prayers. They mean so much to us. ❤️🥺
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I regret to inform you that the Democrats are singing again
I saw it so now you have to
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