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 lo
So things have been... bad. After having been sick for 8 or more weeks, half of my friends have disappeared, making me wonder if they were ever really friends at all. More, they blame me for leaving them... but I didn't hear my phone ringing.
I have so much work to catch up on, but all I really want to do is crawl under the covers and sleep for a couple of years.
I've come to the conclusion that its probably my fault that I'm feeling neglected. After much friendly counsel, it seems that even if it isn't right for a person to give me so little consideration, it is my fault that I do nothing about it... give them no reason to act any differen