I start this off by admitting that I don’t fully understand what a legacy is. I generally know, but what is it really? Is it what you leave behind? Is it the people who’s lives you’ve touched? The impact you made while you were here?
I’m going to try and say what I think Randy’s legacy is. I know he was only here for a short amount of time, but he lived a lot in his short 25 years. Maybe he didn’t touch as many lives as some other people did, but the few people he did touch still remember and love him. And if he touched no one else, Randy definitely influenced me. He was funny in his own way, but it was sporadic. He loved to torture certain people, like me and his brother. Randy loved music, and that spanned ALL genres. He wasn’t afraid to sing at karaoke. He loved to dance with his girlfriend. He was lovable (again, sporadically), but he definitely had a dark side to him that even had an innocence of its own. Randy also loved to tell jokes, and knew several dozen just off the top of his head.
And just as importantly, I miss him. Very much. I listen to his music and think of him trying to sing in my car. Or I see his girlfriend and wonder if she understands that Randy is gone. That part breaks my heart. Everything about losing Randy breaks my heart. All I can hope is that somewhere, somehow he feels the love we still have for him and that he’ll never be forgotten. No matter what, I’ll always love you, son…
Randy left a legacy of love, laughter, resilience, and courage. And I’m so proud of that.
❤️♾️
For the love of Randy... 