Remembering Steve Price

The Steve Price I met was not the one I knew. The man I met first was his son... he is the one I got to know. Through getting to know him, I've gotten a better glimpse of the real Steve.

The one who'd go fishing for hours & be the dad on the sidelines at every game. The one who loved history & read books all the time. The one who volunteered as a fireman & visited every major civil war battle field.

Steve was a responsible man. He was wise with his finances which Nathan & I marvel at & hope to learn. He loved his animals & they loved him. He was smart & enjoyed history. I'd venture to say he knew more about the civil war than most history professors! He was proud of his son. So very proud. He was proud of his new daughter. He teased Carol all the time & that's how he was affectionate! He told her he loved her often. He teared up every time we had to say goodbye & told us how much he loved us.

The man who sat before me was an honorable man who couldn't do the things he loved anymore. He was unhealthy. He had to have missed the outdoors. He didn't sleep well & he didn't pick up his books any longer.

The part of me that is sad is sad for my husband who lost his father, my mother-in-law who lost her husband of nearly 40 years and my future children who won't get to meet their PawPaw Steve.

However, I know I can't be selfish. I am so thankful that today his body no longer holds him back. I know his mind is sharp once again and I pray that he has met our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ. I am glad he is no longer suffering. Thank you for all of the prayers & kind words. They have been comforting.

"Oh give thanks to the Lord, for His steadfast love endures forever!" Psalm 107:1

Stolen from his sister Cathy, circa 1973 (what a hunk Carol!)