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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Michael Price, 68 years old, born on October 20, 1946, and passed away on May 9, 2015. We will remember him forever.
October 20, 2016
October 20, 2016
Thinking about you today, laughing about old times and missing you!
October 20, 2015
October 20, 2015
Happy Birthday, Mike! Forever in our hearts!
October 20, 2015
October 20, 2015
Hey Man! You are 69 in the physical world. Happy Birthday!
RIP and save me a seat at the table. i have new stories to tell you.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015
Thanks to Facebook we were able to reconnect after all these years. I only regret I only called you once. RIP my child hood friend. I will cherish the memories.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015
RIP my friend. Many that you have touched, miss you. I was blessed to have had your friendship three different times in my life.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015
Although I didn't know you, your sister Laura is one of my best friends and I know she loved you very much. May God bless and comfort your family and friends now and always.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015
I will miss you my friend. Happy that you are at peace and pain free,
though we are very sad about your passing.

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October 20, 2016
October 20, 2016
Thinking about you today, laughing about old times and missing you!
October 20, 2015
October 20, 2015
Happy Birthday, Mike! Forever in our hearts!
October 20, 2015
October 20, 2015
Hey Man! You are 69 in the physical world. Happy Birthday!
RIP and save me a seat at the table. i have new stories to tell you.
Recent stories

Michael Turns 6 Months into 3 Years

June 17, 2015

Three years ago, I ran into Michael Price again.  I don’t even remember how it happened, but I am glad it did.  We met at a Pizza Hut for their lunch buffet, not to far from his home on the lake.  We talked, got caught up and ate pizza and salad for at least two hours.  it was when he first told me about the recurrence of his cancer.  "Pizza Huts don’t have nothing on Michael and me, we got our monies worth!”  

From then on, we talked quite frequently which was in itself a feat because Michael didn’t have or need a cell phone.  How nice!  He did know when i called because my name would pop up on his TV.  I wish I had thought of that invention.    

About a year later, he had to go to Baptist Hospital and then Lexington Hospital to recover.  I went there to visit him one night and we had a party.  "Hey man, this food is really good,” Michael said and it was.  "How does my hair and beard look?,’ Michael said.  “Looks like you are ready to go to your High School Prom again,” I said and he was.  We had desert and coffee and talked the night away.  never a negative word about his fight with cancer.  "Hey man, please hand me that canister, I need to take a pee,” Michael said and I did and he did.  We were definitely friends. It was also a special night for me because I got to meet his wonderful wife, Linda.
 
Over the next year we met several times at restaurants around the Lexington area. Michael, always talking about the next clinical trial that was going to help him defeat his cancer.  I just listened in amazement and agreed with him.   The last time I met with him was several months ago.  I went to see him at his home on the lake.  Linda was also there and very gracious in letting us bundle up and sit on the dock on the lake.  We talked for several hours and Michael gave me a tour of the property, so carefully maneuvering the lakeside landscape. He had his football ready but honestly, it was to cold for him to take his shoes off!!!!  

Michael, taught me many things over the course of our friendship and through his courageous battle with cancer.  I will live the rest of my life appreciating every moment, loving the people close to me, helping all I can, fearing nothing in the physical world and seeking a deep sense of spirituality.  I will do this without complaining, bickering or hurting others until the day that i die.  So help me God!  

“Thank you my friend and know that your legacy lives on!"    

Michael Price 80 or 81

June 4, 2015

I lived in Charlotte and worked for Souther Bell during the day and played in bands at night.  One night I was playing with the New York Trio at the then new Marriott on Tyvola Blvd.  I was about to go on break when Mike, the drummer said that there was a man well dressed standing at the door yelling “hey Dicky”.  I turned in that direction and saw Michael Price in the most expensive three piece suit I had ever seen.  I thought that he might have been in the secret service or something because he was also in perfect shape.  Now the band members knew that I used to be called Dicky. Thanks Michael.  It was really good to see him and we talked until the wee hours of the night catching up.  I also invited him to a party I was going to have the next weekend at my new apartment clubhouse near South Park.   Well the next weekend arrived and it was party time.  I now know it was my first and last party.  I’ll just play in the band from then on!  I invited 50 people and 150 people showed up.  Everyone had a car and I had no parking.  The clubhouse had to be vacated at 1 AM and I couldn’t get everybody out until 2 AM.  The police came and stayed and now I had 155 people.  155 people had gone through 10 kegs of beer, bottles of liquor, soft drinks, snack foods.  I violated the noise ordinance, the band which I played with left early because i couldn’t play because I was consumed with the crowd.  All the friends that I had at the time were having to much fun to help.  But the one friend I had invited from our friendship in Clover was all in: keeping the peace, negotiating with the cops, keeping cars out of private parking spots, cutting people off when they were to drunk to drive and taking away their keys, getting everybody out and helping me clean up the trashed clubhouse through the night was Michael Price.  I had a true friend even after 15 years.     Hey Man  Thank You

Michael Price early to mid 60s

May 29, 2015
I grew up in Clover, a couple of years younger than Michael, which makes this story even more interesting.  I was busy with Music and avoiding my parents, who were both teachers at the high school.  I can’t remember exactly when I first ran into Michael but he was a significant influence on the High School years of my life. I remember and I believe my brother Phil will confirm, playing pick-up football in our yard on the corner of Marietta and Neely.  It was an interesting field with one end zone 20 yards wide and the other end zone 50 yards wide which was also the length of the field.  Michael would show up with his “hey man” long before it was ever part of a culture.  "Hey Michael, want to play football with us?”, I would say and Michael would always say "yes man, that is why a ran over here!”  Two things always surprised me, Michael running from South Main street to Marietta street and Michael playing with us. When Michael was around we were all equal on and off the field until he took his shoes off!!!  And to make matters worse, it was a special field. It was on top of our septic system and we had crab grass that ate up three lawn boy mowers in one year.  Also, one sideline was on the edge of a cliff and if you ever got knocked in that direction, you would roll forever, hopefully avoiding Dr. Perry going out on a house call or ending up in the thicket of Becky Lou Smith’s backyard. None of this mattered to Michael.  He had taken his shoes off and he was ready to play!  “Hey man, just throw the ball, I will go get it”, Michael would say and man would he ever.  My brother Phil and I were sure he was the fastest barefooted man in York County or maybe the whole state.  I can remember saying, "hey Michael you’ve got to quit running so I can call another play”.  He would look at me and smile and he would keep running to catch the ball wherever it was thrown.  Then after a long afternoon, he would put his shoes on and we were all equal again!!!  After I left Clover in 67, I didn’t see Michael again until 80 or 81 in Charlotte.  I will write about that encounter in my next blog.

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