This is about and for my son Randall,July 26,1980 to June 15,1998.
An old soul not meant long for this world with one purpose---love.
I can still see him as a smiling, loving little blonde headed blue eyed boy. He would cry if scolded as if a stick had been taken to him and would not stop til he was allowed to hug me. A mama's boy if ever there was one; a fact he seemed proud of as a teenager!
When I was pregnant with Randall his daddy and I both worked the night shift. His shift began two hours before mine but we had only the one car. We would ride in together and I would visit with my parents til time for me to go to work. One night his daddy decided to let me sleep in and asked his mom to bring me down the mountain. There was a head on collison that night. My husband was bruised and banged up a little but the passenger side was demolished. Had I been in the car that night Randall would surely never been born. How odd that he died in a car crash almost 18 years later!
Randall seemed to make friends easily growing up and the house was filled with kids. He played baseball, football, and was an avid bowler. He could talk on the phone for hours and did! He went swimming, to the mall, camping, played video games, raided the fridge, and hanging out with his friends. He cleaned house for me and never let a day go by without telling us he loved us or giving us a hug. Almost your typical average teenager!
When Randall died his friends came from Tennessee, Georgia, and Alabama. The funeral home had to open the adjoining room to accomodate all of them. I heard stories from both kids and their parents of how Randall had helped them through difficulties one time or another. All he did was lend an ear and give a hug ( that was my son) but it left an impression. Did I mention that he gave the best bear hugs in the world!
I do believe that Randall was an angel sent to me by God. I still feel my angel surrounding me with love and peace even to this day.
Love never dies but grows even with death!
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