Randy Boyd Clark, born on January 13, 1967, decided to take his final bow on May 10, 2026, leaving behind a world that he loved to the fullest—music blaring, cards shuffling, and guitars strumming in his honor. Randy was not just any guy; he was loving, funny, friendly, and bursting with creativity. If you ever met him, you’d know he had a heart full of faith and a smile that could probably launch a thousand good vibes.

A true aficionado of life’s rhythms, Randy danced through days with his guitar in hand, his voice ready to burst into song, and a deck of cards primed for just about any game. Whether it was races—on foot or otherwise—he embraced the thrill, fueled by his undeniable zest for life. He was the guy who never met a stranger; everybody was practically family the moment Randy showed up—usually with a joke ready and a gleam of joy sparking in his eyes.

Randy’s love for God was as profound as his passion for music, his faith guiding him with a friendly, open heart that made everyone around feel valued and uplifted. He truly believed music and faith were the perfect duet.

Those lucky enough to call Randy family include his beloved wife, Tina Clark, who was his steadfast partner in all things fun and faith-filled. Together, they raised two wonderful children: Kayla Marie Clark (joined in life by Chris) and Bobby Eugene Clark, who surely inherited a bit of Dad’s playful spirit. On to the next generation, Randy’s legacy continues brightly with his grandchildren Alexis, Lilly, and Nolan Bryant, each undoubtedly the recipients of countless stories, songs, and laughs.

Randy was also cherished by his tight-knit circle of siblings — Tracy Clark (paired with Julia), Pamela Davis (joined with Harvey), and Sandra Frawley (linked with John). The matriarch of this loving clan, his mother Carolyn Clark, carried the pride of the family with grace, as did Deano Clark and Missy, along with numerous other family members who all share stories of Randy lighting up their lives.

The family fondly remembers Bobby Clark, Randy’s dad, who passed before Randy but surely must be nodding along to the tunes his son so loved and lived by.

So, here’s to Randy Boyd Clark—a man who played through life like the greatest song you didn’t know you needed, strumming joy into every moment and spinning faith, laughter, and friendship into a masterpiece. His music echoes on, his cards will forever be dealt with love, and his spirit continues to race through the hearts of all who knew him. Rest well, Randy—you played that last chord perfectly.