Judy Lynne  (Prielipp) Randall

His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me. 

Obituary

“Jesus loves you.”

That’s what Judy Randall would want you to know. She said it to everyone she met — from the toughest biker to the most fragile soul, to babies in shopping carts and nurses at her bedside. It was her life’s refrain, spoken with sincerity and unwavering faith.
  
Judith Lynne Prielipp was born on January 27, 1943, in Irish Hills, Michigan, to Martha Dymond and Howard Prielipp. She grew up in humble beginnings and a hard world, but her heart clung to faith. A kind teacher once invited her to dinner and made her feel like the only child in the world — an act of compassion that shaped the rest of her life. Everything Judy had, she shared.


Her childhood memories were a mix of grit and grace: blackout curtains, post-war fear, mischief with cousin Paul, and nightly prayers for indoor plumbing during Michigan winters. She loved recalling stories — of Queen for a Day, of Mass and the Stations of the Cross, Johnny on the first step, cowboy movies and even the monkeys kept in the towers of the Irish Hills.


As a teenager, Judy moved in with her father and stepmother so she could attend Catholic Centeral in Adrian. For the first time, she found friendship, adventure, and purpose. She dreamed of becoming a teaching nun, inspired by the strong women of faith who shaped her early years. She attended Siena Heights College, where she had her share of youthful curiosity and laughter — even helping hide a rooster in a dorm closet once.


When she was seventeen, a young Navy man from across the street came home on leave — and her plans changed. On September 9, 1961, she married the love of her life, Robert Randall, beginning a partnership that would last more than sixty years. Together, they raised four children: Bob, Rick, Ron, and Kristi.


Their journey took them from Rhode Island to San Diego, Mobile, to Virginia and back to Michigan finally settling in Indianapolis. Wherever she went, Judy found a church, a ladies’ group, and people to pray for. She was a woman of constant faith and quiet strength. She could quote Scripture better than most scholars and was known to summon just the right verse when someone needed comfort or correction.
She was preceded in death by her brother Howard Prelipp and sister Sue Coats, and is survived by her beloved husband Robert, her children Bob (Lori), Rick (Lisa), Ron (Fledarie), and Kristi (John Lindsey), her siblings Tim, Joe, and Tony Nichols, and Wilma Millage. She also leaves behind her adored grandchildren — Dustin, Bill, Nicole, Madison, Morgan, Caleb, and Wesley — and four great-grandchildren: Micah, Lenore, Eva, and Conrad.


Her grandchildren were her greatest joy. Whether coloring with Nikki, rocking baby Maddie, crafting with Morgan and Caleb or Chatting to Dustin and Bill, Judy’s heart overflowed.


In later years, dementia slowly took her memories, but not her faith. She never forgot her Lord or her husband. Her Bible stayed open beside her favorite chair — that well-worn brown rocker that became part of her very being.


She spent 82 years loving others, praying without ceasing, and reminding the world that “Jesus loves you — and I do too.”

Those who knew her will remember her gentle humor, her steadfast spirit, and her unshakable belief in God’s goodness. She has gone home to her Savior, and heaven surely rejoices.


If you knew Judy, the family invites you to share your memories — especially with Robert, who will find comfort in your stories. There will be no service however, her kids invite you to feed the local birds or help someone in need in her honor.

(Mom) Judy would want you to remember this: Jesus loves you, and you matter. No matter what.

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