On March 9th, just before the coffee finished brewing, God stepped in and took my husband, Randall Elvis Lindsey, home.
He was born on October 18, 1954 to Helen Brock and William Elvis Lindsey. He was one of four children born to them. The kids found themselves on their own much of the time and it shaped them into hard workers with compassionate, generous personalities. They made their own opportunities and were an asset to our world.
Randy joined the Army in 1972 at the age of 17. He was following in the footsteps of his Uncle Charles Brock, a military man and Korean War POW, that Randy held in the highest regard. After serving four years, he left the Army briefly to gather up a family. Randall and I, Alana Kaye Landry, were married in a little white wooden chapel at Ft. Stewart, Georgia on July 8, 1977, just missing a 7-7-77 anniversary date to accommodate a family member attending. It was something to complain about for the next 43 years.
Randy served nine years in Germany loving every minute of its natural beauty. He was deployed during Desert Storm and earned the Bronze Star Medal for his service there. He was a Platoon Leader, Tank Commander, Drill Sergeant, and First Sergeant during those twenty years of service to his country. He cherished our country and our flag. One of his proudest moments was being chosen to retire the colors on a wintry cold German day. Never one to shy away from an adventure, he took our family to East Germany just as the wall was coming down. The border guard on the East German side said he did not know what his job was anymore and let us cross the border. We saw the results of a communist country first hand. It was not a pretty sight.
After retiring from 20 years in the Army, Randy kept on working. He began a career at Union Carbide that lasted another 22 years until his retirement. Retirement gave him the time to pursue his interest in marksmanship and all aspects of gun care, refinishing, refitting, and perfecting precision guns.
During the recent difficult days of COVID-19, we found an opportunity to spend time together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Randy left this world just as we had prayed he would... he died quietly in his sleep.
He is survived by his wife Kaye, his beautiful daughter Amy (Tony Farris) that always made him laugh, and his three handsome grandsons, Derek, Zachary, and Liam. He had a son he adored, Scott (Crystal), and a lovely granddaughter, Laura. He also is survived by two half-brothers, Donnie and Patrick Montesano.
He is preceded in death by his parents, his sister Gayle who taught him so much, his brother Mark, and his half-brother Michael Montesano. He also had a brother Stan with whom he has lost touch but shared many adventures as a child.
I am sure Randy would think this testament is too sentimental, but I get the last word. And I could never say enough fine things about him.