Randall Anderson was born on July 16, 1951, in Lewisville, TX. He passed away on July 11, 2026. He was preceded in death by his parents, Iris and Luke; his younger brother, Ricky; and his sister-in-law, Denny.

He was a devoted husband to Lisa and the proud father of two daughters, Sharene (David) and Audra (Anthony), and the loving grandfather of four grandchildren: Zoe, Aidan, Asher, and Harley. He also remained close to his brother, Terry (Jody); his niece Amy; his great-niece and great-nephew Abby and Luke, affectionately known as "Pickle Weasel"; his sister-in-law, Brandi; and his brother-in-law, Chuck. He is also survived by his sister-in-law, Kelly; his nephew, Jake; his niece, Michaela (Chris); and his great-niece and great-nephew, Eisley and Emerson. He also leaves behind many lifelong friends, from former bandmates to first-grade classmates and everyone in between.

Randy was a talented drummer and an even better bus driver. If you wanted to get somewhere safely, he was your guy. But if you asked him, he would say his greatest accomplishment was being married to his wife, Lisa, for 44 years and raising his daughters. He was destined to be a girl dad, although he had the best of both worlds with two tomboy daughters who could throw a ball better than most boys. He showered them with Valentines, and he just might have been the real Santa to those who still believed.

He was thankful that his daughters married David and Anthony, knowing they were loved and cared for by two men who treated them with the same devotion he always had.

To him, life only got better when his first grandchild, Zoe, was born, followed a year later by Aidan, nine years later by his hippie boy, Asher, and nine years after that his brown-eyed beauty, Harley came along. Although Harley only had 23 months with her Grampy, their shared love of music brought them together. Some of their sweetest moments were simply listening to songs side by side. Even with how much he was on the road, he always managed to surprise his grandkids at a soccer or hockey game, show up in Times Square on Thanksgiving, or take them out to dinner and have a sleepover on the bus while driving through town.

But I think his youngest grandson put it best the night he found out his Grampy wasn't going to make it:

"My Grampy... he was silly, but a good man. But I'm glad I got three months. He loved game shows. He was in a band as a drummer, but he also loved his family. If I had just one last moment with him, all I would ask is for one last, 'Good mornin', Sunshine.'"

Thankfully, he got his wish.

And if you know my dad, it's fitting to end with a song.

Good times come and then they go

The rain will fall the wind will blow

Through it all you gotta know

I'll do what I can do

To protect you right or wrong

Heal the hurt 'til the hurt is gone

I'll be right where I belong

I'll be here for you

I'll be here

When the sky turns gray

The sun goes blind

And the moon won't stay

I'll be the light to guide your way

Onto some place new

I'll be here

When the crowd is gone

The last note fades on the very last song

I'll be the road to take you home

I'll be here for you

When your star falls from the sky

And your wings don't want to fly

Just remember I'm standing by

To help to see you through

'Cause better days

Will come again

Clouds will break,

Your heart will mend

I'll be where I've always been

I'll be here for you

These song lyrics fit my dad perfectly.

Dad, I'm just glad that, in the end, we all got to be there for you.

We love you to the moon and back, always.

Rest in peace with Jesus.

XOXO