Randy Eugene Bradley
December 18, 1954 – July 19, 2025
Randy Eugene Bradley strutted out of this world on his own terms on July 19, 2025, at home, with his favorite music playing and his beloved dog Champ faithfully by his side. He was 70 years old, though age never seemed to stick to him quite right. Randy lived a life that could never be contained by a calendar—or a rulebook.
A man of great talent, big laughs, and even bigger love, Randy was a renegade soul with music in his veins. Whether wailing on the harmonica, strumming the guitar, or quoting Bob Dylan like scripture, he lived and breathed sound. From Hank Williams to the Grateful Dead to Bob Marley and the blues, Randy’s taste was as untamed as his spirit. His kids knew; if the music was on, life was good—and in Randy’s world, life was always a little better when shared through song.
He had a heart as wide as the ocean and a habit of turning his home into what can only be described as a treasure hunter’s dream—or nightmare, depending on the day. In the aftermath, he sent his kids on an epic scavenger hunt through mountains of collected odds and ends, each item leaving us wondering, “What in the world was he planning to do with this?” He left us with memories, mysteries, and a lifetime supply of... stuff. You’re welcome, kids.
He was a proud graduate of the School of Hard Knocks, and—though he spent some time at government-sponsored resorts that he definitely didn’t recommend—he never let anything dull his shine. Street smart, fiercely independent, and allergic to stress, Randy lived by one rule only: his own. He made peace with the world on his terms, always found a way to hustle, and could charm just about anyone.
Randy was a true original. A fashion icon in suspenders, a black fedora, and Converse shoes (until that morphed into cowboy boots or moccasins), he looked out for everyone—including the neighborhood cats, who still expect dinner on the porch every night.
He is survived by his devoted children: twin daughters Kari Bradley and Amber Bradley, and his son Jaymes Bradley, who carry on his wit, warmth, and well-cultivated taste in tunes. He also leaves behind his four-legged best friend, Champ, now in the loving care of his kids. His presence in their lives was so strong that people still won’t stop coming by to check on him.
Randy Bradley lived a rock and roll kind of life. A little wild, a little sweet, and totally unforgettable. He may have moved on from this world, but his stories, laughter, music, and the unconditional love he gave live on—loud and clear—in the hearts of those lucky enough to know him.
“Don’t think twice, it’s all right.”— Bob Dylan
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