An ordinary man

The man pictured above is Randy, my cousin's husband. Randy passed away Monday, July 19th. It was sudden and unexpected. He came in from his shop, where he was working on a child's wheelchair, drank half a glass of water, and then died, with his wife by his side.

Every one is special in their own way, and everyone's life is extradordinary. But what was so special about Randy is that he was an ordinary man, in spite of the fact that he was dealt an extraordinary life.

Randy had a disease known as Polyostotic Fibrous Dysplasia. His bones were extremely fragile and he suffered from multiple fractures throughout his life. In spite of this disease, and the fact that he used crutches, and eventually a wheelchair, he led a completely normal life. He held down jobs, he married, had a healthy child, and did all the things he loved, such as gardening, camping, traveling, and riding a 4-wheeler. His heart was bigger than his stature, and he had the greatest wit.

Yesterday, the funeral home was completely packed. Every pew was full, people stood in the back, and rows of seats were added in another room for overflow. This man was beloved by family, friends, and his church family, that much was obvious.

For me, the biggest impact Randy made on my life was this: I learned, at a very young age, not to judge people by what you see on the outside, but by what you know is on the inside. And he showed me that obstacles only get in the way when you let them.

We'll miss you Randy, me and the rest of the "Outlaws."