Christopher Pryce

We mourn the transition of a beloved son, father, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin, and friend.  Christopher Adrian St. Aubin Pryce was born in Connors, St. Catherine, Jamaica on September 25, 1973.  He was the second child for his father, Ever, and the third for his mother, Peaches.  Known as the ‘wash belly,’ Chris had such a magnetic personality, even as a toddler, that people were drawn to him.  He was precocious and easily won you over with his infectious smile.  At the same time, he wasn’t afraid to throw those hands or feet if you offended him.  I remember him taking on a group of older boys in Primary School; a small 3-year old Basic School child, taking on some fourth graders.  But that was Chris – fearless in his youth.  He was also, arguably, one of his grandparents’ (Aunt Clar and Dada) favorite grandchild, as they would cart him off with them on Saturdays and Sundays to every funeral and wedding they attended.  In his grandmother’s eyes, he could do no wrong.
Chris was a loving, caring, passionate and all around people person who felt and loved deeply.  It was said that Chris would turn a leaf into a dear friend.  He loved people and people loved him. Chris never hesitated to lend a helping hand and did so with the purest of heart. His heart was big, his smile was infectious and his embrace was warm, reeling people in to him. 
Chris’ formative years were split between Jamaica with his father and New York with his mother.  He was a mama’s boy who took mama jokes literal.  Our mother once had to go to his Junior High School because he got into a fight with a student who said something bad about her.  When asked what was said and by whom, his response was that the boy called him a son of a b*tch, thus calling his mother a dog.  In his opinion, a fight was warranted.  His final words to his mother were that he loved her, something he would always tell us at the end of each conversation.
His final words to his mother were that he loved her, something he would always tell us at the end of each conversation.  He hated saying goodbye and would instead say, “See you later, I love you!”
As an adult Chris lived in New York, then Chicago, and finally settled in Columbus, Georgia.  Chris enjoyed spending time with his son, Chris Jr. They often fished together, as this was one of his son’s favorite pastimes.  He loved red snapper and they would prepare it together on the grill.  When they weren’t fishing, Chris would go looking for other adventures with his son.  He would often tell him, “Let’s go find something to get into,” and off they would go, often just driving around, talking and spending time together.  He treasured these moments, as he took his role as a father quite seriously. 
Chris was the light of his workplace.  All his coworkers enjoyed his company and were concerned when he became ill.  Upon his death his supervisor reached out to his common-law wife Keturah to express his condolences and to let her know that he had to send his entire team home because they all had taken the news badly.  The Mayor of Columbus also reached out to express his condolences and stated how much of a mark Chris had made on the department.
The medical team at Piedmont Atlanta Hospital worked hard to keep Chris alive and we thank them for all their efforts.
Chris was preceded by all four grandparents (Charles and Clarice Pryce, Edgerton Williams, and Enid Chin Loy-Richards) and is survived by his son Christopher Jr., common-law wife Keturah, father Everard (Ever), mother Vinnett (Peaches), brother Colin (Ricky), sister Coretta (Shelley), and nephews Alijah and Zander.  Rest well, little brother, see you later, we will meet again.

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