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@KatTimpf 🙏🏻🙏🏾

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.

And the Tigers will win the World Series and sign Tarik Skubal to a long-term contract.

#Visionary #RIP

If true, 54% of Americans cannot read the King James Version of the bible with comprehension.

Why can't elementary school students in Michigan read well?

Lord have mercy.

@KaseyHelton05 Unions arguably helped create the middle class in America.

Growing up in 1980s Detroit, my grandpa traded up a new Caddy every few years - his one big splurge (besides us grandkids). No college degree, he retired from Detroit Diesel with a UAW pension. No mortgage, no debt. Life was good, thanks to his union. 🧵

@TimTebow 🙏🏻🙏🏾

Heaven ushered in a hero of the faith last night as my Dad was welcomed home! Many will say sorry for your loss but the truth is he’s not lost, we know exactly where he is. He’s home. Forever! I asked him last week what he looked forward to most about Heaven, and he simply said, “Jesus.” He couldn’t wait to see Jesus face to face. Praise God that his wait is over. Death has been swallowed up in victory. He’s healed and whole now. So we don’t mourn as those with no hope. See you soon Dad!

Ernie Harwell

@sophieRblake 🙏🏻🙏🏾

Back in hospital for my PET scan. It’s hard to believe it’s coming up to four years since my Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer diagnosis and these moments never get any easier. Living with cancer often means living from scan to scan and hoping beyond hope that the treatment is still working. It can be a strange space to exist, trying to live a full life while carrying that constant weight of uncertainty in the background. I’d really appreciate any positive vibes, good thoughts and wishes today! Thank you 🩷

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off!"

What's not to like about a LANL/U-M collaboration?

@NancyMace 🙏🏻🙏🏾

Tonight at 9:56 PM, my father went Home. In his final moments I read him testimony from his soldiers - words describing his heroism during December 2-4, 1968, the acts that earned him the Distinguished Service Cross with Valor. We had just discovered new testimony from the men who served beside him. As I read those words to him, he grew calm. And then he was gone. He left this world knowing he was a war hero. Knowing he was loved. Knowing Jesus was waiting. He was surrounded by his two dogs, his wife, and two of his daughters - Nancy and Mary. As he passed, his dog Sugar put her head in my lap. My dog Liberty put her paws on my knees. Even they knew it was time to say goodbye. On Friday I watched my father accept Christ as his Savior. Tonight I watched him go Home to meet Him. And tonight also happened to be one of his grandson’s birthdays. God doesn’t do coincidences. He chose this day on purpose. A life celebrated as another began. He fought the good fight. He finished the race. He kept the faith.2 Timothy 4:7 Rest now, Dad. Your work in this world is done. 🙏♥️

@DickieV 🙏🏻🙏🏾

People.com Tomorrow I get special bloodwork that must be done before I start immunotherapy next week - as I have said I will active & fight like hell to win this battle . 🙏🙏🙏 share.google/8NGazre3j01WLg…

@Charlieleduff Why do Detroit voters tolerate this?

Kids running wild Downtown. Detroit doesn't have enough money or spirit to police it. Meanwhile, a quiet contract wends its way through the Detroit City Council asking for a 450% increase in poison dirt testing. How bad is it? Flint size. Former Mayor -- and current gubernatorial candidate-- Mike Duggan created, enabled and covered for the contractor who allegedly poisoned Detroit's children. Current Mayor Mary Sheffield slept with the guy. Then she lied about having voted to award him millions of dollars in demolition contracts. Then the City Council voted to award new contracts to a second contractor to cover up Lover Boy's alleged crimes. They belong in court. Not in office.

@DickieV 🙏🏻🙏🏾

I am overwhelmed by all the 🙏🙏🙏 & messages sent to me - a big thank you to those that sent me so much ❤️❤️❤️. Ur love really inspires me & with the support of my family & a terrific medical TEAM - I plan on winning this latest battle . latimes.com/sports/story/2…

@DickieV 🙏🏻🙏🏾

I can’t sleep as I am so worried about the report I will get on my Biopsy I had Friday .My Pet Scan shocked me last Thurs. when I was told spots were found on my lungs & liver.Feel fantastic but Scans don’t react to how I feel .🙏🙏🙏 for some good news. share.google/oonLaMqhPqhhBu…

Now you tell me.

@VinnysCorner1 Bill Freehan!

Age yourself by naming an MLB Catcher you grew up watching….. I’ll start: Gary Carter

May is morel month in Michigan.