Condolence: Pawpaw Price was a wonderful and amazing man. He was devoted to his family and never lacked in words to tell you that he loved you. We always felt no matter if you were his own blood or if you married into his family, he made you feel like you were his own and had always belonged. There are no words that can capture what he meant to us all. Our family has lost a light that will be forever missed. But thru his love, stories, a few tall tales and our happy memories his legacy will forever live on.

Condolence: Today my family and I lost our patriarch.
My grandfather was 91 years. This man was the finest example of being a man. He loved his family more than anything. He was hysterical and the best teller of tall tales I have ever known. He built his own home and for the longest time fixed his own cars. I truly cannot think of single flaw. I believe he regretted being to young to serve in WWII. He kicked cancer's butt, not once but twice. He recently told me a story of how he met my grandmother when she was basically a newborn. He told his mother, when he was only 2, that that was the most beautiful red head ever and she would be his wife. He told me as well to enjoy a good sex life while young, because when you get old you just hope to be able to have good bowel movements. Grandpa drove from Houston to Colorado for my college graduation and pinned on my lieutenant rank. He also drove to Del Rio to pin on my wings. He even flew to Okinawa Japan to be in my wedding. I love him. He was my hero.

Condolence: In making the drive from Olympia to Porter I had lots of time to remember my dad.
As a child I didn't appreciate the adult world my parents lived in and as a teenager even less, but looking back now as I follow them into retirement I see how they struggled with but enjoyed life.
I recently lost my son, Tim Jr, and that loss opened my eyes a little bit. I was asked to describe him in one word and found that to be a very difficult task, so on the long drive down here for this event I pondered on the question of distilling my father into one word. Many words ran through my troubled brow as the miles rolled away, but they were either weak or only one side of his whole being.
My dad was caring, loving, uplifting, mentoring, a prat fall, supportive, a storyteller, a kind word, an arm around your shoulder, a hug or even just a smile.
I rarely saw him panic and he could be the calm in the eye of the storm.
But most important of all he could be harsh when it was required.
Then I remembered the truck he gave me when I needed a vehicle to get from Porter to Norfolk during my Navy days. It was the same 69 Chevy pickup, Old Red, that he let me drive in high school. I still have that 50 year old truck and it still runs.
Like that old truck my dad was most of all, reliable. In fact, he was the most reliable man I will ever know. He could be counted on to be there for you, even if he had just met you.
In this time where everyone is labeled and separated into more and more divisive groups he could look past that and see a person. Something we should all do.
Even from thousands of miles away I relied on my dad to be there, but now?
I will carry him in my heart and try to be reliable in his stead.
I love you and miss you, dad.

Condolence: May the Lord surround Sid's family with His love and comfort, now and forever. My prayers will continue to be with Nancy and her loved ones.

Condolence: My condolences to Nancy and her family. Sid will be greatly missed. His smile was so wonderful, and he certainly kept the dulcimer music going by moving everything from place to place. May your memories help ease the pain of his loss.