Randall's tale begins amongst the humid, rolling green hills of Oklahoma. He'd brave the seasons and fight the towering tornadoes with his brother. He'd travel west with his family in search of the golden coast, but would find a dusty valley instead. He'd stomp the ground until he'd find the place where he would lay his head and dream. Loved ones, friends, adventure, strength, humility, understanding, and passion would dance above his bed. He'd reached out his hands to claim these dreams for himself, but as he brought them closer to his heart, some would slowly slip through his fingers. Holding tight to what he could, he'd cherish the dreams until, one day, they would all slip away at once and he would dream no more, falling into the long slumber that awaits us at the end of our journey. For him, we say, the slumber came too soon. We scramble to grasp the dreams that continue their dance above his bed and take them to our hearts so that he might still dream with us. And so Randall's tale goes on.
Randall is preceded in death by his father, Charles Brezine. He is survived by his mother, Maria Brezine; brothers, Phillip Brezine and Allen Brezine; sisters, Jessica Ranee Reyes and Danielle Brezine.