Randy Moseley

Randall Mark Moseley passed away Wednesday, June 26, 2019. Family and friends will gather to celebrate his life of 64 years at 2:00 pm on Saturday, June 29, 2019, followed by a reception at Lake Ridge Chapel and Memorial Designers. A tribute of Randy’s life may be found at www.memorialdesigners.net, where you may leave memories and expressions of sympathy for his family.Randy was born on December 29, 1954 to Oral and Joan (Utterback) Moseley in Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, and grew up in The Wheat Capitol of the world, Wellington, Ks.He was a really gifted kid, as was his whole family. His humor was courtesy of his fun-loving mom, Joan. She made him laugh every day of her life, and he made all of us laugh the rest of his life.Randy could light up a room, just by walking in. He attended McKinley grade school in Wellington and graduated from Wellington high school in 1973. During high school Randy continued to light up a room, his humor could disarm Vladimir Putin. Teachers loved the tone of his never cruel humor he had over a classroom. He had a love of art from a young boy. He had aspired to become an architect. Only one problem with that; he loved his dad, and his dad was a train conductor. Randy’s dad, Dean, was his absolute hero. So he decided he too shall ride those rails…and make that GOOD money. But they weren’t hiring at that time, so he went back to the job he had in high school, working at Dillons grocery store. (I’m sure his mom being head cashier and bookkeeper at said grocery store; didn’t have anything to do with getting his start there.)In 1974 he and Debra (Debbie) Stinson were married at the First Christian church in Wellington.Eventually he was able to hire out for the AT&SF railroad in Amarillo (he pronounced it “Armadillo”) TX. (later becoming the BNSF Railroad.)A year later he had enough seniority, and there was an opportunity to work out of Slaton, TX, which ultimately brings him to Lubbock, TX.Debbie joined him there and together had one daughter, Vanessa Moseley Dirks.She was the light of his life, and the delight of his heart. He thought of ways to make his long trips away easier for her. One time when she was just learning to put words together into sentences she would kiss him and say “I love you, bye bye”, and to this day we have short handed it to one word “kluvubyebye”. And on one such occasion, long after she had him wrapped around his finger, added “and bring me a ‘prise“, short surprise, which later humorously called “bring me a prize”. And he did. It was just little things like a candy necklace from Allsups convenience store, right near some train stop. Or a toy out of the coin operated crane machine. She had a menagerie of stuffed animals as he mastered that little crane game. He made sure she and Debbie wanted for nothing. Some might call that spoiled. But never him. He served mankind in so many ways besides gracing us with his presence for sixty four years.When Vanessa was the same age Debbie and Randy were married, ahem, nineteen; she met the love of her life, Philip Dirks. And Randy was told by a friend at their wedding “man, you’re losing a daughter.” to which Randy replied, “No man, I’m not losing a daughter; I’m gaining a son.” And a good son he has been.Randy was so proud of Vanessa when she had her first dance recital at four, fast forward to today, just six months ago he got to witness his baby girl be installed as President of the Lubbock Association of REALTORS®. What a celebration we had as a family, and it was just another reason to bring her a prize. And not a stuffed animal this time!Randy and Debbie’s marriage was one for the books. He’s made her laugh since he put gum in her hair in eighth grade. That was his eighth grade ‘A game’ of how to flirt with a girl.They’ve loved and laughed together for over fifty years, counting eighth grade dance. So maybe the gum worked! They just celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary on the 23rd of June.Randy loved his brother Terry, and his wife Dixie. But it got even better for him when he became an uncle. He loved his brother with all his heart, and then came Nathan. Then Aaron and his twin Ryan, whom Randy is celebrating with in heaven right now. Randy was heartbroken to have lost his sweet nephew as a baby. No more pain. And then Megan was born. A girl. He was excited for Terry to experience the love between a father and his daughter.Randy loved Debbie’s family, and he served them and loved them in big and small ways. From college, Randy’s sister-in-law Teri used to ride with Randy back and forth so they could go home for the weekends. She fondly remembers the fact that he liked to honk and wave to the herds of cows they passed along the drive. He also coined the phrase “tractor turds” for the large round hay bales he loved to point out. He declared she makes the best fried chicken this side of heaven!Her daughters Jennifer and Sarah lived in Lubbock since they were young, so they felt more like his daughters of his heart. He again loved to get a giggle from them, but now that they’re grown they made him giggle and snort as much as possible. He loved them and watched over them, and enjoyed constantly quoting cartoons with them. The last two weeks they have dropped everything to be at the hospital with Debbie and Vanessa. They were part of the around the clock care, and did it with dignity and excellence. And it was Jenn who was with Randy when he was ushered into the arms of his Savior, Jesus.Randy loved and enjoyed the company of his “Mama Lo”. He helped move his mother-in-law Lois here to Lubbock last September and loved making her “breakfast-for-supper” or anything her heart desired. Almost simultaneously, he moved his mother Joan from Alamo, TX. to Lubbock as well. During these moves, he coined the phrase “if it’s not one thing, it’s your mother“. He enjoyed kidding that we need to get a patent on the phrase. He loved his two brother-in-law’s, David and Brian, since they were “knee high as a grasshopper”, as he would say. But they grew up to know Randy as “friend”.Randy loved his brother-in-law David’s nephew Chris, and used him for “tech support “many times. He also had a “niece that is great”, Bekah or Boo who made him laugh whenever she could out zing him.Randy loved his job. And he was good at it. He was a brakeman/ conductor, and then had an opportunity to go to engine school. He became an engineer in 1991. He also served in many capacities, representing the local union, and committees regarding safety. He loved it all. And he especially loved everyone he worked with. And once again he was just plain real. He was the same person through and through.He went by many names depending on how you knew him. Mr. Man, Mose, Daddoo, Big Bopper, Mr. Mo, North Moseley, Randall Mark Moseley Esquire, YFSA, YFD, cell 1, Monkey Randy, Poppa, Ran-doll, Randy Pandy and the list goes on.And from Debbie: just as he had a charm made for my bracelet when we got engaged, “I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow“, and to this day she says “and right back at ya”.Survivors include his wife, Debbie; a daughter, Vanessa Dirks and husband Philip of Lubbock; mother, Joan Moseley of Lubbock; brother, Terry Moseley and wife Dixie of Owasso, OK; sister-in-law, Teri Stinson of Lubbock; brothers-in-law, David Stinson and wife Deb of San Antonio and Brian Stinson and wife Denise of Kansas City, Kansas; Nieces, Jennifer Beamer of Colorado Springs, Sarah Purdon and husband Nigel of Lubbock, Megan Loeber and husband Luke of Paris, France, Pam Coleman and husband Stephen Fernandez of San Antonio, and Karen Marshall and husband Kenny of San Antonio; nephews, Nate Moseley and wife Erin of Tulsa, Oklahoma, Aaron Moseley and wife Sarah of Nashville, Tennessee, and Chris Stinson of Wichita, Kansas; great nieces and nephews, Bekah Agala, Anders Fernandez, Maple Marshall, Ellington Moseley, Emerie and Eloise Loeber, Ian, Derek, Halle, and Bailey Purdon; two dogs, Oscar and Chloe; two grand-dogs, Bailey and Milton, and many other friends and family.He was preceded in death by his father, O.D. Moseley; father-in-law, Billy Owen Stinson; and nephew, Christopher Ryan Moseley.