I met Randalh not long after high school, when I felt like a fish out of water. I was working my first few jobs and learning to live on my own. Randalh and I worked together at the airport and at hhgregg. Seeing him in that red shirt brings me right back.
Honestly, when I think of Randalh, aka Iggy, I think of a man’s man. He was a cool dude who could dance, and all the women loved him. Everybody loved him. His personality was just magnetic. I don’t know too many people like him.
He taught me to hustle, to keep going, and to make time for fun. He loved to dance and work on his cars. People loved being around him, and I remember how much joy he brought to whatever he was doing.
Looking back, I realize how much a good friend can mean when you’re still finding your way. Randalh was one of those friends for me. His example stayed with me as I grew up, took on more responsibility, and began building a life of my own.
On Veterans Day, I think about his service in the Navy and how lucky I was to call him my friend.
Randalh, thank you for helping me find my footing and reminding me to enjoy the life I was working so hard to build. I miss you, my friend.
Alejandro
Your friend. Always grateful.
