In Memory of Elliott L. Price

There’s something sacred about summer when your father has become an ancestor.

June brings Father’s Day.

July holds your birthday.

August carries the ache of farewell.

But in every one of these months, there is also light. Because you, Daddy, left so much love behind. You laid the foundation. You taught me what care, consistency, and quiet strength look like. You set the standard for how a man should treat and protect your daughter, and I’ve never forgotten.

As I move through the world now, I carry your legacy in so many ways. I thank you for the entrepreneurial spirit you planted in me, that drive to build, to create, to provide. I thank you for your quiet strength, your fly sense of style, your unshakable dedication to our family, and the safety you wrapped around us like a shield.

Even now, when I visit the house, your energy still lives in the walls. Even when I cry or feel overwhelmed, I can still feel your arms around me, strong, sure, and loving me like only a father can.

To anyone navigating these tender months. May you remember that love doesn’t vanish. It changes form. It becomes presence, protection, and legacy.

The house still feels like you.

And I still feel like your baby girl.