Randolph Lewis Holt was born on January 21, 1951 in Texarkana, Arkansas, to Tebo and Madell Holt. He died and was reunited with his wife on April 29th, 2024, in Rowlett, Texas. He graduated from Dorsey High School with a 3.7 GPA and nine academic awards in front of a 10,000-person audience. Randy went on to become the president of Children's Hall at Pine Bluff University and earned a degree in Agriculture business. Randy then pursued a profession in culinary arts, which is where he met his wife, the love of his life.

Randy was a devoted and kind son, spouse, father, and grandfather, among other things. He had never met anyone who didn't think well of him. He was humorous and full of energy; he loved cooking and music, and he was regarded as one of the most dependable and sincere guys you would ever meet.

Randy leaves behind his children, who will always treasure his memories: Harry Mckenzie, Karen Mckenzie Fort, Michael Fort, Randee Michelle Holt Seals, Daniel Seals. and his grandchildren: Shirley Randi Deharo, Michael Deharo, Jenna Mary Gomez, and Michael Gomez, Jamie Randy Holt, Michael Lewis Holt, Shawn Patrick Holt, Daniel Julius Holt. Larry Clemon, Markus Clemon, Teresa Clemon, Darnetta Clemon Jones, Devante Jones, Karina Clemon Kevin Miles Shirdrea Jackson, Shari Mckenzie, Charity Mckenzie, Serenity Mckenzie, and 23 great grandchildren. Siblings: Judy Johansson, James Holt, Deyoine Lecoq Holt, Lonnie Holt, and Marietta Holt, Ray Holt, Chester Holt, Betty Holt, Shirley Holt, Ardmia Holt, Terry O'Connor, Darnell Holt. Preceding in death Wife, Shirley Ann Holt, Children, Teenya Mckenzie, Sheldon, Mckenzie, Julie Ann Moses, Parents L.t (Tebo) Holt, Madell Holt, Sister Cleaster Stewart.

Psalms 23

The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me, The valley of death is a place of scarcity, danger, pain, and the unknown. This is uncharted charity for the sheep, but not for the shepherd.