Birth date: Aug 5, 1951 Death date: Apr 27, 2026
Timothy Dent Feeback, age 74, passed away on April 27, 2026, in Florida. He was born on August 5, 1951, in Nelsonville, Ohio. He spent his early years in Ohio, moving to Hamilton in 1958, where he was raised and built many lifelo Read Obituary
I love you so much..I am so proud to call you my dad..growing up I always wanted to be next to you and do what you did..you have been my everything since the moment I laid my little eyes on you..you are the strongest man I have ever known and nobody will ever compare to you..our family was always your first priority..I will cherish every second I've ever spent with you..I love you more than anything..thank you so much for everything you have ever done for me and for always sticking by my side NO MATTER WHAT..I will carry this into the rest of my life for Bailey just like you have always done for me..I love you so so much dad ❤️ my best friend, my super hero, my favorite man..Go Buckeyes Love Lou ❤️
he wasn’t just my grandpa, he was the person who raised me, the one who was there every single day of my life. every morning before school in ocala he would turn on tv and make me breakfast, and every day when i got home he’d ask me how my day was with the biggest smile.
he used to hug me before i left for school and tell me to have a good day, and i’ve always been anxious the morning before school so he’d always tell me not to worry and i never realized how much those little moments would mean until now. i would do anything to hear him ask me for help one more time, to refill his drink, to hear him talk, to just sit with him again.
while he was in hospice it’s was extremely hard for him to talk, and if he did, his voice was hoarse and quiet. the last thing he said to me was “bye, i love you. you look so pretty.” he said this to me before school last week and i was shocked. and i’m going to hold onto that forever.
i love you so much. thank you for everything you did for me. i’ll carry you with me for the
I first met Tim 35 years ago, he was a tall, scary guy (I was only 15 years old) that simply referred to me as "that kid that pays too much attention to my daughter, Amy." In later years, I graduated to being called by my first name, it was a small victory. My fondest memory of Tim came much later, a few months after he moved in with us 6 years ago. Every day I told him "Goodbye" when I left for work and then I said, "Hey Tim" at the end of each day. One day I came home and said "Hey Tim," and he replied with an energetic, "Hey, Buddy!" I have been "Buddy" ever since... it's a big step up from "that kid" and I will never forget how good it felt. Thanks for that Pap.
