Randy Hawks, age 55, passed away April 23, 2013. He was born to Robert Hawks and Velora Hawks (Hatch), graduated from Lincoln High School in 1976, and married Kathleen Futrell in 1979.
Randy and Kathleen owned Bob’s Lock & Key where he worked as a locksmith. He was an active member of the Boy Scouts, the Knights of Columbus, and St. Therese Parish.
Randy is survived by his wife, sons Jordan Hawks and Ryan (Stephanie) Hawks, his daughter, Gina Hawks, 7 grandchildren, brothers Ken (Nancy) Hawks and Doug Hawks, sister Cindy (Scott) Myer, and many nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents, a sister Corliss (John) Parsons, and a daughter, Elyssa Colleen Hawks.
Visitation will begin at 2 PM Sunday at St. Lambert Church with a Scripture Vigil at 7 PM followed by a Knights of Columbus Rosary. Mass of Christian Burial will be Monday, 10 AM at St. Lambert Church with burial to follow at St. Michael Cemetery.
A tribute to Randy Hawks, by Jordan Hawks.
The more I write, the further away you seem. It feels like every letter is a shovel full of earth on your grave. Like I'm forever entombing you with my own inadequate repertoire. How could my combination of the English alphabet ever do justice to someone so magnanimous, so supremely kind, so full of love for others? An empathy that will never be matched by another human. He always saw the good in every person, every situation no matter what anyone else thought. His opinions of events and people were always based on his uncommon and unique world view. His generosity could always be seen by the smile that came with every word I had the joy of hearing him utter.
My brother is someone who made my father extremely proud. It was plain as anything to see how his face would light up when he mentioned my brother’s service to his nation, and his family. I see the most of my father’s best qualities in my brother. I almost can’t wait for the first time I have to call him to unlock my car. I can just see his eyes crinkle into a wide, closed-mouth grin of understanding and subtle jest.
It is now in ten-thousand pieces. Which would have broken my father to see; she loved him as only a daughter can love her father. The two have been inseparable since I can remember. Their relationship went beyond simply family, beyond all words, and will continue beyond time.
I would like to mention the Knights of Columbus and how important they were to him, and are to us. If there was ever an organization that did more for and through my father it would be the Church itself. He was always excited to volunteer his limited free time to assist the Knights in any way he could. I can see the sparkle in his eyes as we talked on Monday about the convention and his run for state office. If the Knights ever know even a tenth of his love and appreciation for their organization I would be impressed.
He never had a complaint, unless it was telling other drivers how dismal they could be at operating their vehicles. He was rarely without and ear to ear grin, which was usually accompanied by some anecdote that no matter how lame was infectious. He was the kind of man who put up the Christmas tree at Bob's Lock and Key when it snowed
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