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@IowaGirl4Ever1 My support for my opinion was our entire history in this region, which I consider to be pretty strong actually. Unfortunately, I turned out to be right.
“Based on our involvement in this region in the past … I am concerned … it’s not because I don’t support the military or love my country. It’s because I love the military so much and I love my country so much.”
@girl41501 Geez, I did. It is not a government agency. I do not believe the government should control who can and cannot be a member of private organizations. You may be comfortable with a government that big, which is okay! We just disagree!
@jazzermom4 I’m not gonna chastise someone going through grief for how they choose to respond to a platitude. If the humor helps them, they should use it. It should be about them.
If you don’t understand, feel lucky about that. But, to answer your question, joking replies like this are actually to lighten the mood to make YOU more comfortable. What are we supposed to say? “It’s okay”? Nah.
I’ll never understand when you say “I’m sorry” to express condolences to someone about bad news they shared with you then they go “it’s not your fault”
Like ok Good Will Hunting I’m not saying I killed your grandmother I am sorry that she died. What are you hoping to achieve
@RoyjbOwens Hi. This is devastating. I am so so sorry to hear this. Thank you for taking the time to be kind to me, even in your grief. I’ll be thinking of you and your whole family.
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.
The fiancée of 1st Lt. Tyler Feehan is sharing an emotional tribute to the 25-year-old Army officer killed in action while serving in Jordan amid the conflict with Iran.
"Tyler Feehan was my fiancé and the love of my life. His loss has devastated me beyond imagining, and there are no words that can truly capture the depth of that grief.
To the world, Tyler was an Army officer. To those who knew and loved him, he was so much more. Serving others and standing up for what he believed in wasn't just a job. It was his purpose. Tyler embodied everything the Army values strive to represent: loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage. He didn't just wear those values on his uniform—he lived them every single day.
Tyler looked up to Ted Lasso as an example of the kind of leader he wanted to be. He believed that leadership began with kindness, humility, and genuinely caring about people. It never mattered to him what someone's past was, their financial situation, their race, their gender, or their rank. He believed every person deserved dignity, compassion, and the opportunity to succeed.
His soldiers meant everything to him. He went above and beyond to make sure they were prepared not only for their military careers but for life beyond the Army. Whether it was helping them understand their education benefits, teaching them about financial responsibility, or simply taking the time to listen when they needed someone, Tyler poured his heart into serving those under his leadership. Every day, he would come home and tell me stories about his soldiers. Their accomplishments, their struggles, and how proud he was of them. I hope each and every one of them knows just how much they meant to him.
Outside of the Army, Tyler found joy in the little things that made him who he was. He loved building LEGO sets, cheering for the Atlanta Falcons, using Dr. Squatch soap and drinking Shatto Milk from Missouri. He loved to travel.
After his military service, Tyler wanted to become a high school football coach. He wanted to mentor young people, teach them the game he loved, and help anyone willing to listen to understand personal finance so they could build a secure and successful future. Tyler believed in investing in people. His goal was to leave every person he met better than he found them.
His legacy is not only one of service to his country but of compassion, generosity, and an unwavering belief in the goodness and potential of others. I know countless lives are forever changed because he chose to lead with his heart.
The very last text message Tyler sent me before he died was simply, “I love you.” Those three words were perfect even if he didn’t know it at the time. This is the man he was. This is how I hope Tyler Feehan is remembered: not only as an exceptional Army officer, but as a man whose greatest strength was his heart. I will love him for the rest of my life, and I will do everything I can to honor the legacy he leaves behind."
1LT Tyler Feehan fiancé Claire Fletcher.
@Ranslyn14U I’m chill. It was just a joke. I made the joke because it was a joke. Sometimes it’s just that simple. Hope u have a good day. Appreciate ur kindness
@enigma023 I said I didn’t go to graduate school, even though I was accepted into an Ivy League one, and decided not to take out a loan I couldn’t afford even if it means people like you will disrespect me because I *checks notes* made jokes about Olive Garden
@Ranslyn14U What? My pasta jokes were “liberal”? Please explain 😭😭 I am also not even liberal I just don’t fit into either major party box. I am not a republican or a Democrat I am me