ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Michael A.Price, 69, born on April 18, 1947 and passed away on June 5, 2016. We will remember him forever.

Posted by Terry Quanborough on June 6, 2020
Yes, that 4 years has gone so quickly. Although Sue and I are so far away in Sydney, Australia we mention him during the year and/or something triggers a memory. We feel fortunate also to have met Mary and Mike at their home in Oklahoma on one of our trips after first meeting Mike in 2000 in Sydney when we held a PMI Conference. A nice, cheerful, unassuming and helpful man.
Posted by Mary Price on June 5, 2020
My absent friend and greatest love, we walk as if in sleep without your light to guide us.
Your beloved, Mary (with Zoe, and Sammy)
Posted by Joseph Zerby on June 5, 2020
It's hard to believe that Mike left us four years ago. As I said back then, he was the best manager, role model and mentor one could ever hope for, and most importantly a good friend as well. He is truly missed. Hoping you are well, Mary. 

Joseph Zerby
Posted by Clay Wallace on June 5, 2020
I think of you often Mike; the times spent and things we did together, the projects worked on together, your talents, and our conversations about anything. Rest in peace always my friend.
Posted by Thom Lowther on June 5, 2020
I'll always remember our shared travels, dinners and long discussions together. My thoughts are with you Mike.
Posted by Martha Legare on June 5, 2020
Mike, your memory IS a blessing. Chris and I tell stories about times with you. Always holding you in the Light.
Posted by Virgil Carter on June 5, 2020
Hi Mike! It seems like just a few days ago we were at the AIA. and later at PMI. You achieved so much, and enabled so much more. One of these days we will join forces again. I miss you. Best, Virgil
Posted by Clay Wallace on June 5, 2019
So many, many good memories of our friendship and times spent together in Norman; work, play, socializing, and later visits. Happy Birthday Mike! You are missed.
Posted by Virgil Carter on April 18, 2019
Mike, happy birthday Brother! 
It seems like yesterday we were together at the AIA, and later PMI. Your smile and your professionalism were unmatched. I only wish I had been able to convince you to join ASME in New York where you would have added so much. 
Happy Birthday. I miss you!
Posted by Ross Kelly on August 6, 2018
Mike was a small, but significant rung on the ladder of merging technology, process and humanity into an integrated form. His intelligence and innovation were only overshadowed by his humanness. 
May he and his legacy long live.
Posted by Joseph Zerby on June 5, 2017
It is hard to believe that a year has passed since we lost Mike. I still think about him often, still cherish the years we spent together at PMI, and am forever thankful for having had the good fortune of knowing him as a mentor and friend. Roseann and I continue to hold Mary and family in our thoughts and prayers.
Posted by Sarah Sorrel on June 5, 2017
Mike was my brother in law and he was a loving and dedicated husband to my sister Mary. I really miss him and am grateful for all of the happiness he brought to my sister even though his time was so cruelly cut short. May he rest in peace now after so much suffering.
Posted by Martha Legare on April 18, 2017
Mike was a professional inspiration to me, as well as a friend. As a kind and creative soul, beyond his intelligence, he brought thoughtfulness and integrity to his role at PMI. His personal friendship was a delight. He was fun and funny. He was smart and inquisitive. He made my life better. I will miss his physical presence, but he will always remain in my heart. And I'm sending my love to Mary.
Posted by Virgil Carter on April 18, 2017
Mike was my friend and colleague at The American Institute of Architects, and later at the Project Management Institute. Mike was the consummate professional and friend--always looking on the positive and bright side; always finding ways to accomplish what others thought difficult or impossible. Mary and Mike were (and are) kindred spirits, with such wonderful humor and compassion. We will miss Mike greatly (until we are all reunited), but rather than grieve at Mike's loss, I celebrate my joy and good fortune in knowing and working with him, and Mary, and calling Mike and Mary my very good friends. None better!
Posted by John Cable on April 18, 2017
I have missed Mike tremendously. He was a dear friend and staunch supporter. Mike provided support and advice when I was creating the project management program at the University of Maryland. He was the drive behind creating and launching the Global Accreditation Center. We traveled the globe from Australia to Brazil to China the UK and many countries in Europe promoting accreditation. We shared many fine wines and exceptional meals together which resulted in solving problems or deciding on a strategy or tactic to further accreditation. Mike's contribution was extraordinary and he is missed. My love to Mary and the family. John
Posted by Mark Seiley on April 7, 2017
I was deeply saddened to learn of Mike's passing. I met Mike in early 1973 when we both at graduate school in Architecture at OU. Mike was one of only two architects that I developed a life time relationship with while at OU. He was a brilliant human being always deep in thought which generated wonderful ideas. I remember when he explained to me how we could travel faster and easier by car if everyone drove the same speed all the time. He had it all worked out and it made logical sense. Mike and I were vey close during graduate school and he was always willing to review my design projects and help improve them. We went most of the Home OU football games together and I would hang out at his house until the traffic settled down. Mike was a warm and caring friend that will be missed greatly. The last time I spent time with Mike was when he and Mary dove from Oklahoma to attend my wedding. I was so pleased to see him and to catch up on all the things that we had missed being apart over the years. I will always have wonderful memories of our time together and his friendship.
Posted by Carl Pritchard on March 25, 2017
Sorry for Mike's passing, but as one of his PMI colleagues, let me stress that he was a professional of the highest order. He offered reassurance and comfort, support and guidance, and a ready laugh. He is missed.
Posted by Evelyn Knowles on July 24, 2016
The photo of Mike takes me back to the years at OU. I met Mike in the fall of 1990 and worked with him in the Research Center for Professional and Higher Education until 1996. He had a big impact on my career. It hurts to know he is gone.
Posted by Michelle Janmey on July 4, 2016
I too am very late writing a tribute.
I write on behalf of the Idlewild neighbors who came to know Mike as a GREAT neighbor in the early 2000s when he and Mary bought their small shaded house in our neighborhood (and totally redid the place!). Our kids were Maggie & Darth's cat-sitters when they were all young.
Mike was ALWAYS trying to grow grass, which never took. He was a true "southern" gentleman; I will never forget his strong Okla. accent.

Mike was a bit out of place in PA, always talking about going home to Oklahoma. Since I grew up a Kansas Jayhawk, we also had that rivalry in common. I am so glad that he was able to enjoy his last few years at home. I was fortunate to visit Mike & Mary on Mike's home turf in Oklahoma: "Mike in his native habitat." I even got to see Shawnee and meet architect uncle Donald.

Rest in peace Mike. We will all miss you.
Posted by Barry Hsiung on July 2, 2016
I wish it is not too late to leave my tribute to my good old friend Mike, because I was too shock to express my sadness when I first knew he was gone two weeks ago. I met Mike when I visited PMI HQs in 2000, and he gave me a lot of advice to establish PMI-Taiwan Chapter then, as well as to bridge our Chapter with PMI-Hong Kong and Beijing Tsuinghua University to form a close cooperation among the greater China Professional PM's NPO and academia in 2003~2009. Mike flew over 10000 miles to Taiwan on behalf of PMI to attend our Chapter's Congress in Oct. 2006, and he was so nice to join 6 different seminars, meeting, and visits with our members, enterprises, and schools from Taipei (northern part of island), Taichung (central), to Kaohsiung (southern) in just one week for advocating Project Management, PMI, and PMP. In addition, we left our footprints together in Hong Kong (2 times), Anaheim, Philadelphia, Singapore, Denver, Toronto, Beijing (3 times), Bangkok, Madrid, Montreal, Santa Fe, and Atlanta when I was PMI REP AG working with Mike In 2003~2007. I am planning to retire and stay at my home in Bay Area California, and was thinking to contact all my old friends in US and Canada who haven't got in touch for couple years. Mike was always the first person who I thought about. Unfortunately, I have missed Mike forever. My deepest condolence to Mary and Price's family, and I believe all of our common friends will keep Mike in our memories in our rest of life. Miss you Mike, R.I.P.
Posted by Don Cogman on June 17, 2016
We first met in high school as participants in a youth and government program, and then became pledge brothers in Beta Theta Pi in an extraordinary group of men. His lasting legacy and memory for me will be his kindness and gentleness of spirit, always with a sense of humor and a gift for making people feel a kinship no matter what the circumstance. I consider it a privilege to have known him and call him a brother.
Posted by Paul Grace on June 15, 2016
My thoughts are for Mary and the Price family, my memories are about Mike. First, we were colleagues at PMI who soon became friends. Our travels to Home Depot, China, and places in between were always filled with a lot of laughs and getting the task at hand done. He loved to talk about his experiences at OU and what a fan he was of their teams. When WV entered the Big 12 - our friendship took a bit of a competitive turn, especially when our two school played each other. I know he's somewhere right now commenting on the design features of a place that is providing him peace. I am confident its a place we will all meet together again.
Posted by John Cashman on June 14, 2016
So sorry to all of you in the Price family. My son and I count our time remodeling his house, as one of our more unique experiences. Always was good to hear his perspective on things. I know the past few years were not easy for him, but he seemed to take it in stride. He is missed.
Posted by Linda Stout on June 13, 2016
Mike hired me at PMI. He was the best boss anyone could ask for. he was so down to earth and easy going. We were small then and like Family. He was a wonderful person and will truly be missed. I am so sorry Mary. Remember all the memories you both had.  No one will replace Mike.
Posted by Clay Wallace on June 12, 2016
I've known Mike for 30+ years. He was one of my best friends and a peer. We worked on many projects while together at Graves Williams & Associates Architects in Norman. Firehouse Art Center expansion was one. He was a damn fine architect, graphic artist/designer, and sketcher/illustrator. He had a great sense of humor (sometimes adding little things in his drawings for a laugh), told great stories, could go on and on with explanations about almost anything, and loved good food and drink. We golfed together, had great conversations and discussions, and even designed and built a spec house in Norman together. We shared the love of music and movies (especially Local Hero). Of course, I got to know Linda and his boys, and after my marriage and years later, Mary too. We visited Mike & Mary staying at the Bunker several times, most recently May 2016. He was an amazing person, achieving much in his life. He was adventurous, gracious, encouraging, curious and intelligent, professional, and certainly courageous.
He fought the good fight. I will miss him greatly. Rest peacefully Mike.
Peace be with his children and family, extended family, and with Mary.
Posted by Connie Plowman on June 12, 2016
It is with a heavy heart to learn about Mike's passing. I had the pleasure to work with Mike while he was at PMI. A dear friend. A great guy. There are no words that can ease the pain of losing a special person, but if caring thoughts can help, they are with you now.
Posted by Wolf Saar on June 12, 2016
I'm so saddened to hear of Mike's passing. I still remember fondly our time together on the AIA CES Audit Review committee when that program was in its infancy and his major contribution to a system that has become a cornerstone component of the institute and profession. I still get a smile on my face when I remember circumnavigating Lake Tahoe in a rental car when our committee chair gave us an afternoon off. What a great way to get to know someone!
Posted by Dick&Jane Padberg on June 11, 2016
All I can do is cry. Mike and I were pledge brothers in Beta Theta Pi at OU in 1965 and Jane and I stood up for Mike&Mary when they were married in Taos,NM several years ago. Mike was always a brilliant and funny guy and a great friend. Mary- I can't believe this! We just visited you guys in Norman not long ago. Please let us be there for you in any way.
I never wanted this news to come. We loved Mike so. In college he was a true friend, so brilliant, so funny, so kind. We were very honored to be asked to be the only witnesses for the lovely wedding between Mike and Mary. I remember skiing at Taos Ski Valley together. His stories of China. The amazing simplicity and beauty of the home he and Mary built in Norman. He was so brilliant. I can't express my sorrow, it's so profound. We have lost a giant...a lovely man.
Posted by Jim Williams on June 11, 2016
I had the opportunity to know Mike in high school at Shawnee. He was one of the smartest kids in our class. We took chemistry, physics, and biology together. Competing with him for top grades was always tough. I had the chance to see Mike at our 50 year class reunion last year and catch up on things over the last few decades. Mike will be missed.
Posted by Maria Kelly O'Hara on June 10, 2016
I am so saddened to hear of Mike's passing yet grateful that I had the opportunity to have known him. I can't help but think of the saying
"Some people come into our lives stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same”. His kindness, passion and great humor will live on through his family and loved ones.
Posted by Thom Lowther on June 10, 2016
Mike offered so much of himself to his friends and his profession. As a kindred spirit he will be deeply missed.
Posted by Len Cason on June 10, 2016
Mike and I were pledge brothers at Beta Theta Pi fraternity 50 years ago. I remember all the fun we had when I and Mike and pledge brothers Don McCarty and Bill roy McAlister lived in Whitehand Hall. What a good guy. Very sad.  This makes me cry.
Posted by Jim Sharrock on June 10, 2016
I met Mike 50 years ago this September and I last saw him a few years later, but he remains one of the more memorable of my Beta brothers. His humor, vocabulary, and gentle spirit come to mind, but the most unusual memory is his effort to convert the 3rd floor suite at 800 Chatauqua into a sound studio by attaching egg cartons to the walls and maybe even the ceiling. He sat in the middle of the studio with his head encased in enormous earphones, seeking the sweet sound of the late 60s.

As a recipient of a heart and liver transplant In February, I wish we had reconnected in recent years. As he did 50 years ago, he would have used his own life experience to show the way for others. I know I would have enjoyed the opportunity. I am confident he was a shining light for his family.

Jim Sharrock
Posted by Joseph Zerby on June 10, 2016
Our heartfelt condolences to Mary and all of Mike's family. Mike was the best manager anyone could hope for, a wonderful role model and mentor, and most importantly a good friend. I will always treasure the sagely advice he gave to me on both a personal and professional level. When we were tasked by PMI to launch such programs as the Global Accreditation Center, Mike was the visionary and I was his mechanic, and some of the most enjoyable and productive years of my career were spent working alongside him. He truly will be missed.

Joe and Roseann Zerby
Posted by Don McCarty on June 10, 2016
I knew Brother Mike as a kind and thoughtful gentleman with a whimsical sense of humor and an extraordinarily creative mind. Many funny and fond memories overcome my grief.
Posted by Gale McCray on June 10, 2016
I knew Mike only in the last few months of his life. I think we found each other on Facebook because of our politics and love for baseball. I feel I just lost a close friend even though our friendship was just starting. I know one thing. I will not ever forget him. I wish peace for him and his family.
Posted by Virgil Carter on June 10, 2016
I met and convinced Mike to come to the AIA in Washington and later to PMI in the Philadelphia area. Mike was a friend, colleague and one of life's rare finds--a skilled and knowledgeable professional, a caring and trustworthy person, and an all-around funny and goofy guy! Mike was someone you loved to work with, spend time with and listen to his many stories. Mike and his wife Mary were more than friends--they were the kind of folks you always enjoyed being around whenever possible. We will miss Mike, his smile and sense of humor, but someday we will all be together again, telling more stories about trying to get the doors home from Home Depot and the like. You blessed and enriched our lives Mike. We look forward to seeing you again. Hopefully, Home Depot will have another special on doors for all of us! Very Best to Mary and to Mike's family!
Posted by Terry Quanborough on June 10, 2016
I am so sad to hear the news of Mike's passing. I first met Mike in 2000 when I was involved with PMI as a founder of the Sydney, Australia Chapter. His professionalism in business was admirable but more importantly his human approach endeared him to many people. Although apart by many miles we became friends and shared many emails on many topics. My wife Sue and I were travelling through Texas and Oklahoma in 2011 and dropped by Mary and Mikes house where we were made very welcome. I will miss our discussions on Will Rogers, Merle Haggard and the like. Goodbye Mike, I will miss you.
Posted by Keith Rosenbaum on June 10, 2016
Thank you Mike for entrusting me with running the R.E.P. Program during your tenure at PMI. You will always be my mentor, colleague, and trusted friend. You reaffirmed and shared my belief that a manager's role is to guide and to nurture one's talents to his fullest potential. We worked so well together because we both had an academic and educational mindset that focused on providing quality instruction through our project management education providers. In addition, your work assignments and advisory group meetings encouraged me to value and to appreciate various cultures on a global scale. I wish I had more personal time to learn even more from you as a walking wealth of knowledge. Rest in peace. My deepest condolences to the Price family in this time of loss and reflection.
Posted by Valerie Parry Gardner on June 10, 2016
Mike came to rent my apartment for 3 months and stayed for 1.5 years while wrapping up his business in Pa. I will always remember his cheerful face buzzing in in his TT. He always stopped in for a glass of wine and to tell interesting stories.Soon my dogs and cat started visiting him. When I was having trouble adopting my second dog he literally insisted I not give up saying ,"You have to get the dog with baleful look !" I am grateful for that. He was a very considerate tenant and gentleman but kind of wrecked me for all tenants to come since...
Posted by John Cable on June 10, 2016
I will never forget Mike, his creative thinking, and enthusiastic smile. We worked all over the world together, literally, to build the Global Accreditation Center for Project management(GAC). His vision and passion are responsible for creating and initially launching the GAC. Mike was a special person. / John
Posted by Michel Thiry on June 10, 2016
I first met Mike when he was leading SeminarsWorld with the PMI in 2000. Following that he was responsible for the REP MAG and my wife Manon was on the committee. So over more than 15 years, I learned to appreciate Mike's humbleness and respect for others. In today's world of divisive ideas, Mike was an example of inclusiveness and tolerance. Farewell Mike, we will miss you.
Posted by Karen Tate on June 10, 2016
I am overwhelmed with sadness. I am so sorry he is gone. He was a kind and smart man who helped PMI become the great organization that it is today, and made many, many, friends along the way. Mike helped me in so many ways - his example of patience and kindness, his vision for continuing education, and his integrity.
Posted by Mia Kile on June 9, 2016
Mike was a giving man and a talented architect who shared his love for design with our students. Thank you Mary for sharing your wonderful husband and the home you both created with us!
Posted by Stephanie Pilat on June 9, 2016
So sorry to hear of Mike's passing. He was a fascinating and brilliant man. The architecture world has lost a great talent. -- stephanie Pilat
Posted by Hans Butzer on June 9, 2016
While Michael will be missed, his passion for learning and his mission to help make architects and their communities stronger lives on in all of us.
Posted by April Eason Price on June 7, 2016
I'm so thankful to Mike for raising my wonderful husband Justin and sharing his experience with our children. Whether he was showing Jack how to fish or cheering at Tristan's soccer game, the kids knew Grandpa Mike was there for them. I wish Moira got more time with him, but I know the boys will keep his memory alive for her by sharing their stories.

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Posted by Terry Quanborough on June 6, 2020
Yes, that 4 years has gone so quickly. Although Sue and I are so far away in Sydney, Australia we mention him during the year and/or something triggers a memory. We feel fortunate also to have met Mary and Mike at their home in Oklahoma on one of our trips after first meeting Mike in 2000 in Sydney when we held a PMI Conference. A nice, cheerful, unassuming and helpful man.
Posted by Mary Price on June 5, 2020
My absent friend and greatest love, we walk as if in sleep without your light to guide us.
Your beloved, Mary (with Zoe, and Sammy)
Posted by Joseph Zerby on June 5, 2020
It's hard to believe that Mike left us four years ago. As I said back then, he was the best manager, role model and mentor one could ever hope for, and most importantly a good friend as well. He is truly missed. Hoping you are well, Mary. 

Joseph Zerby
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Eulogy - originally prepared 4/18/17

Shared by Justin Price on June 5, 2020
Preface for 6/5/20: I intended, though forgot, to upload this years ago. I recall part of the issue was formatting it onto the website. For all those hoping I would have it up sooner and those who were unable to attend his service, here it the eulogy I prepared for my father's service:

In preparation to speak today, I remembered the memorial service many years ago for my maternal grandfather, Elroy, in which both my father and I spoke about our relationship to my grandfather, and the impact he had upon our lives. My father spoke about his personal experiences showing my grandfather's integrity, achievement, family, and the profound effect he had on those whose lives he touched. My father was never one to brag or place himself on a pedestal, so I hope he appreciates how we speak of him today.

Anyone getting to know my father learned he told marvelous stories. If I neglect or omit details, please bear in mind I am working from memory, and I hope you will each contribute your experiences today. On behalf of all our family, welcome to this remembrance of Mike Price.

My father was born and raised in Shawnee, Oklahoma. His mother, Loretta, meant a lot to him, and they shared a strong artistic talent. His father, Jack, had dreams of playing professional baseball until a factory accident left him missing most of an arm. Remarkably, Jack continued to successfully play for minor league teams, and my father would tell wonderful anecdotes about his dad.

According to my dad, his dad would take on odd jobs. Jack started working at a local bar where folks knew one another pretty well. The locals knew not to mess with him as he was very tough in spite of missing his right forearm half way past his wrist, and not being a large guy to start. One day a fellow came in, found it funny he was the bouncer, and decided to start trouble with him. As my dad retold the story, Jack raised the man off the ground with his left arm, and proceeded to beat the man senseless with the nub of his right forearm, which he described as a blur of punches like watching someone working a speed bag at the gym.

My dad didn't emulate every aspect of his parents, but he loved them and tried to make them proud. As a boy, his main hangout was Blaine's, his aunt Maybelle's clothing store. Maybelle even took him to New York City when he was young, and it left a magical impression on him. When not hanging about the store, he enjoyed going to the movies. He especially liked Westerns and Science Fiction. Will Rogers and Captain Midnight were boyhood heroes of his, and contemporary films like Matinee and shows like Mystery Science Theater 3000 held strong nostalgic affection for him.

Another personal hero of his was Chuck Yeager in addition to NASA and the astronauts. He built model rockets as a boy, and shared that hobby with my brother and me when we were young. We lost a lot of rockets, but no fingers. A few years ago, he fulfilled a lifelong dream to watch a space shuttle launch.

As he got older, one of his earliest jobs was at the local country club in Shawnee, where he learned to play golf. He enjoyed playing in his youth, played for his high school, and carried on playing into adulthood. In 1983, he played in a statewide amateur golf championship with a team of three other men. The won the Oklahoma tournament, and were set to play at the National Championship. On Father's Day that year, we gave him a bicycle. He took it for a ride, got distracted mucking about with the gears, and ran into the front of a parked truck, breaking both wrists. The doctors told him he may only get 50% of the range of motion back, but he was determined to play in that golf tournament. After having the pins removed from his wrists, he practiced through pain every day with the golf clubs until he could do it. He played in that tournament, which was held in October 1983. They didn't win the tournament, but he retained full use of his hands and wrists as a direct result of his determination.

Throughout high school, he lived with his paternal grandmother Vernetta and grandfather Allen, and spent a lot of time with his uncle Don. His high school elected him senior class president, and he was quite popular. Don's influence inspired my dad to pursue a college degree at the University of Oklahoma.

Like Don, my dad chose to major in architecture, and joined the Beta Theta Pi fraternity. Some of his best stories were about the crazy times he had in college. He once told me how some of the guys were sharing a small room, and decide to build bunk beds into the closet so they could set up a card table in the room. Another time, he and his friends went to Colorado in search of a UFO. He relayed many stories over the years, so I picture a cross between the movies Animal House and Fandango, the latter of which my dad said reminded him of his fraternity time in college, and the strong bonds of friendship he forged through various reckless adventures.

Due to his draft status changing, and knowing he would be called up for service while still enrolled at OU, he stopped attending classes in the spring of 1970. He and my mother were dating at the time, so they made a difficult decision to marry before moving to Canada. My father filed for conscientious objector status. Unfortunately, during these first months of marriage while in Canada, his father passed away after complications from surgery. They were unable to return to attend the funeral, which affected his relationship with his mother for some time. They returned to Oklahoma after about four months, and were approved for civil vs. military service, located in Kansas City. They worked first at a hospital then an outreach center to help at risk youths.

After Kansas City, they put down roots in Norman, OK. I came along a few years later in 1975. We lived in an apartment until 1979, when we moved into our house, which my father designed. For those of you who have not seen it, he put in a barrel-vaulted skylight that stretches the length of the house, a split-level style entryway to connect to the upstairs and downstairs, and a two-story great room designed to bring in plenty of natural light. The home has been featured on the University of Oklahoma Architecture tour, as was his current home where Mary lives today.

My brother Mathew was born in 1982. My dad supported us in sports and hobbies. We enjoyed playing games, and watching movies together. He taught me to play baseball, we'd take occasional skiing trips, and we took family vacations every year using my grandparents' motor home. We traveled to Disneyworld twice, Washington D.C. once, but we spent much of those trips going to Canada. My dad would chop firewood, we picked blueberries, we would go hiking, and at night we'd cookout at our campground and sometimes visit with fellow campers. We particularly enjoyed British Columbia. His favorite place was Rogers Pass, and we'd regularly stay at the Illecillewaet campground.

When Mat was young, the four of us went up a trail near Roger's Pass call Asulkan Valley. My mother gets vertigo easily, so she avoids steep drop-offs on both sides. She was petrified, and refused to let Mat or herself proceed. For better of worse, my dad didn't scare easily. As a father myself, I often have to put up the same strong front for the benefit of my family. Five years ago, a tornado came right past my home in Norman, pushing over a fifty-foot oak tree, which barely missed the house while I was inside with my son. During that moment, I thought about my dad, and how he'd react. He may be terrified inside, but you'd never know it. I feel as though my son learned some of the lessons I got from my dad that day as I handled it calmly to diffuse the stressful situation.

My father wasn't perfect. Growing up as only child left him clueless as to how to deal with sibling rivalry between my brother and me. At Christmas, he tended to buy presents for all of us that he wanted fr himself as opposed to things we wanted.

My father made a lot of us nervous with his driving. He wasn't a poor driver so much as one who was easily distracted. He would want to look at sights when he was driving, which was enormously disconcerting. He would tell my mother about his excellent peripheral vision, so she would ask him to start using his peripheral vision to see the sights. Interestingly though, he was the best parallel parker I ever saw. He once parked a motor home on the street with less than 2 feet to spare between other vehicles. It may have been the most memorable part of that trip. It's a testament to his attention to the fine detail when he was focused, and general lack of attention when he wasn't.

However, one of the most frustrating flaws he had was his approach to projects. It always seemed ironic to me how he ended up working with the Project Management Institute since he was the last person I ever wanted to work with on a project.

Once, my dad put up a basketball goal at the house. He poured cement, installed a pole, and mounted a backboard and hoop to it. It was 6" too high. A few years later, he decided to remove it, and wanted my help. I was around the age of 13, and about 100 pounds soaking wet. He rented a jackhammer to break up the cement. However, he opted for the largest one they rented since it was only a few dollars more, and he assumed we could do the job faster. The tool was more than half my weight and the job took forever to complete.

Most kids growing up do not experience putting up outdoor Christmas lights as a weekend-long activity. My dad would change the design over and over, and when he finally had it the way he wanted, we would discover we had the strand of lights backward, so we'd redo it. That would give him just enough time to decide it should be done a different way. Eventually we "finished," but he would go back a couple days later to redo it again.

He enjoyed building things. He built us desks, shelves, a tree house, a soccer goal, rebuilt our deck, and many other projects in which I was along for the ride. When he worked toward his PhD, he studies personalities, and how they learn. He identified heavily toward creativity, with weaknesses in following structure. There are many things I miss about my dad. I miss how he talks on the phone with hand-gestures and his doodles he left around the house, but I do not miss those projects we worked on together.

Aside from travel, my father was passionate about movies. He learned visually more so than through books, as do I. He loved classics like Citizen Kane and Casablanca, science fiction like Star Wars and 2001: A Space Odyssey, and clever comedies like My Favorite Year, Local Hero, and Woody Allen films. When he was in the hospital some time back and under medication, he started saying "Go ahead! Lash me you swine. You'll no loosen my tongue." His speech was slurred, and Mary thought he was hallucinating until I pointed out he was quoting Peter O'Toole from My Favorite Year from a scene where he was drunk, and they were restraining him to get him undressed for a bath. Years ago, my grandmother Esther passed after an eight year battle with Alzheimer's. As sad as losing my father was, I am grateful he kept his mind throughout. His wit was remarkable as times.

In high school, I spent a year in Germany as an exchange student. Both my parents were supportive of this, and the and Mat visited near the end of my exchange. This was the first extended period of time away from them, and this was probably the first time my father started to view me as a man. I showed them around, translated German for them, taught them about the customs, and most importantly I made all the travelling arrangements. Growing up taking family vacations, I had little part in the planning. The trip went quite well, and I felt I'd completed some unnamed rite of passage within his mind.

As I entered my college years and my twenties, I spent less time with the family on a daily basis. In 1997, I moved to Minnesota. Although I didn't understand immediately, my parents were int he process of separating, then divorcing in 1998. I suppose it was fortunate the divorce was amicable, but it was unfortunate my brother didn't have our dad around during most of high school. I had just gone through my first really tough break-up, so I started seeing my parents differently than I had in the past. Though I didn't like what was happening, I knew my dad needed to take a new direction with his life. Over the years, he stayed involved with our lives, but I could always tell he wanted to be more involved. I moved back to Norman in 2001, shortly after losing my grandfather, Elroy. A couple years later, my dad's mother passed. A short time after receiving his diagnosis, my dad decided to move back to Oklahoma as well in order to be closer to family. 

I'm grateful he saw me get married, got to know each of my children, and got to spend time with us during the holidays making happy memories. My wife and I recently moved our family to Fort Collins, Colorado. We started looking at Fort Collins in part because of my dad's recommendation. We love the schools, the people, the weather, the views, and the general atmosphere. My father was very supportive of us during this process. He loved the mountains, and I know he'd be proud of our decision.

My dad's time was cut short, but I'm glad he helped raise my brother and me, spent twenty-eight mostly happy years with my mother, happily remarried, and had a lovely life with Mary. I know when he lived in Philadelphia, he enjoyed his job with the Project Management Institute, which allowed him to  travel a great deal. He spent a lot of time prior to his lung transplant fulfilling many of his dreams and wishes by travelling as much as he could. Even though I didn't always see eye to eye with my dad, I always appreciated him having the courage to follow his dreams, and I try to keep those memories close to my heart every day.

Home & Home

Shared by Martin VanDerSchouw on June 11, 2016

I first met Mike when I was convinced to volunteer on the Members Advisory Group he led for PMI's Registered Education Providers' Program.  Since we both hailed from the Big 8/12 and had a fondness for college sports, we quickly developed a friendship that covered almost two decades.  

I knew we would become great friends on one of my early trips to Philly.  Mike knew I had a habit of trying local dives to get a flavor of an area.  However, this was NOT the way PMI treated its volunteers.  The organization was always careful to ensure volunteers ate and lodged well so dives were NOT on the menu.  But, that didn't stop Mike.  So one cold January evening, Mike asked for directions (Before Google Maps) and we drove into Philly proper and sat on a frigid picnic table eating some of the worst cheesesteak sandwhiches ever created at Pat's served with authentic Cheese Wiz.  Laughing about the whole experience.  Only six months later we would attend our first OU football game together in what would become an annual home and home tradition that lasted 15 years.  In that time we saw the Red River Rivalry and Adrian Petersen's freshman performance, Kevin Durant's incredible game in Lawrence, the very last Missou game in Lawrence, and the Bg 12 Tournament.  As great as those games, and many others were, they are not what I cherished most.  You see, every year Mike and I travelled somewhere together it was a grand adventure where the only promise was time with a great friend and the unexpected.  Here are two of my favorites: 

One of our earliest trips Mike picked me up at the Will Rodgers Airport and promptly informed me that he had left our game tickets in his desk back home in Philly.  "You're kidding right?" I asked.  "Nope," he said laughing.  The only reason he had figured it out was he had run into another friend switching planes in Denver who was coming from Texas and was explaining to the man about his weekend plans.  When he got to the part about the game he realized he needed tickets.  No worries though, he assured me.  He had already arranged to have them next day'd to the Kinko's / Fed Ex Office in Norman.  That night we ate at Coach's and toasted his airport run-in confident the problem was solved.  Unfortunately, the next morning as we walked into Kinko's we were told they wouldn't accept and hold a UPS overnight shipment (It's a Fed Ex Location), and the driver had just been there!  After 30 minutes of searching we found a UPS service location from which we could call to locate the envelope.  We waited another 10 minutes in line as game time quickly approached, and just as we got our turn at the counter a brown shirted driver walks in and right up to Mike.  He promptly asks if he is Dr. Mike Price literally out of no where.  I don't even remember who OU played that year, but I remember laughing the whole time about our good fortune.  

A year or so later, Mike again picks me up from the Oklahoma City Airport late on Friday evening in his rental car.  As we drove down to Norman, Mike told me about how he had the exact same name as another guy who went to OU and also now lived in the Philly area.  However, the other guy had made a bit more money than he, and had made a small donation to the University.  Mike swore he had never used the commonality to his advantage, which I just couldn't believe.  Just after I had finished ribbing him about it, one of Norman's finest pulled us over for going 15 over the speed limit through downtown.

As we pull over Mike unbuckles his seatbelt to get his license.  When the officer approached he immediately informs Mike that it is a $100 fine for not having your seatbelt buckled, and hedoesn't seem pleased to hear we are driving a rental.  He takes Mike's documents back to the patrol car and is gone for almost 20 minutes.  He finally returned and began to hand Mike a simple warning for going 5 MPH over the speed limit, and telling us he was only giving us a warning.  However, he had one question, "So do you have any association with the University?"  We could see from the look in the officer's face he was convinced he had just made the biggest mistake in his career.  For most of us this scenario has an easy out.  Say, "yes" and drive away with no one the wiser, but not Mike.  Ever humble and honest to a fault Mike smiles at the officer as he tries to wrestle the ticket from the officer's hand and says, "No, but we both live in Philadelphia and I get that a lot."  The cop followed us all the way to the hotel.

Mike and I really only saw each other twice a year, but we would text constantly especially during college football and basketball seasons.  I will miss his try wit and sense of humor as we both often lamented our teams' early exit.  Last fall he suggested I bring my 9 year old son along for our annual trips.  This year will be Jake's first in what I hope will be a continuation of a long tradition.  Over the years, I know he will grow tired of hearing the same old stories, but someday I am confident he will understand why I continue tell them.

Thank you Mike for the memories...
 

Meeting Mike

Shared by Martha Legare on June 10, 2016

The PMI Registered Education Providers Advisory Group was how I met Mike. While we look agreeable in this photo, Mike was able to bring together people with a wide diversity of opinions to hash out how the first REP program should set standards for PMI training providers. He made us laugh, admire his insight and intelligence - and love him. He gracefully pushed me to work better for the larger community and helped me to grow. We both loved good food and good wine. When he married "that other Virginia girl that drove him crazy" (albeit in a different way), I was so happy for him! He chose right. Fortunately for me, after PMI he remained a friend.

Mike, I will miss you, but also know you are with me forever. Many thanks.