Snapshots from my Poppop and family can be found in [link]
I will work on fixing the descriptions. I just wanted to get the photos up quickly.

Palmer R. Price, my very awesome Poppop passed away on December the 20th of 2005 at the frustrating age of 78 years young. I was glad to be there in his last hour, and saddened that I had no indication of whether he felt my kisses on my cheek or heard the things I whispered into his ear. I know he waited for my dad though, and I know I would have been much harder off if I had been elsewhere.

I miss him.

Mommom and Poppop (Angela Shulte Price and Palmer Price) loved each other very much. They had many exciting adventures together. People less often take snapshots of people NOT having a good time, but in every photo of my grandparents, the love that they had for each other and for their family is blatant. They make faces and cling to each other with audible laughter. They are two of the strongest people I have ever known. The laughter and love that they carried with them rubbed off on their friends and neighbors, and even affected the families of their childrens' spouses. Their example both gives me hope and frustrates me. How can I ever follow such a legacy?

From the burning pressure i feel in my chest and the tears that drip from my eyes into my incongruently smiling mouth, i know that i have it in me. I can't tell if my heart is breaking or building itself up.