Randy G Crawford

Gone from our sight, but never from our hearts.

Obituary

Randy Crawford, born February 22, 1956, in Anguilla, peacefully departed this life on April 20, 2026, at the age of 70. At the time of his passing, he called Spartanburg, South Carolina home.

Randy’s life was defined by dedication, craftsmanship, and a deep love for family. A gifted auto technician, he studied at the New England Institute of Technology, where he earned first place for rebuilding a 1977 Corvette. He later founded Randy’s Auto Repair in Seekonk, Massachusetts, and in 1999 relocated to St. Thomas, USVI. There, he became a valued member—and later part owner—of Budget Super Service Center, devoting 27 years to his work and community. In 2023, he settled in Spartanburg, where he embraced retirement and treasured time with his beloved grandson, Amari Grey.

Randy will be remembered for his kind heart, strength, and unwavering love for those around him. His laughter was infectious, his smile unforgettable, and his presence a light in every room. He found quiet strength and comfort in his Christian faith.

He leaves to cherish his memory his mother, Ambrozine Wilson; his daughter, Qiana Crawford; and her mother, Mildred Wright. He was preceded in death by his father, David Duncan; his grandmother, Daisy Harrigan; his grandfather, Macdonald Crawford; and his aunt, Frances Webster. He is also lovingly remembered by his many siblings, nieces, nephews, extended family, and dear friends.

A celebration of Randy’s life will be held on May 9, 2026, at 1:00 PM at J.W. Woodward Funeral Home, 594 Howard Street, Spartanburg, South Carolina.

Randy’s life was a blessing, his love a gift, and his memory a treasure that will forever live on in the hearts of those who knew and loved him.

 Well done, good and faithful servant…enter into the joy of your Lord.” — Matthew 25:23

Tributes

Tributes

To the rest of my children, Qiana, Amari, and our family,
My son Randy… my firstborn, my heart, my flesh and bone…
He has gone ahead to brighter skies, but his love remains with me—alive in every memory, every smile, every quiet moment.
This moment we shared, captured in love, will forever live in my heart. It reminds me of the bond we had—pure, tender, and unbreakable. As my firstborn, he carried a special place in my life, and nothing can ever take that away.
I choose to hold on to gratitude—for the years we shared, for the love you gave freely, and for the man he became. His life was a gift, and his love continues to be a blessing that surrounds us all.
Even in my grief, I feel God’s hand holding me, reminding me that His love is greater than my sorrow. I trust that his soul has found peace and light, resting in His eternal care.
His journey here may be complete, but his love remains—a vibrant thread woven into the hearts of all who knew him.
 
He will be deeply missed and forever loved.
With all my love,
Mother Ambrozine Wilson

Tribute to Randy
Randy — my brother, as I always called him — will truly be missed.
He was there for me from my early days growing up in Anguilla. I still remember my first trip to America, spending time with him and seeing the life he built. I always admired the smooth, professional touch he had when painting vehicles. No car ever left the shop unless he passed his hands over it and gave his approval. That was his standard, and he lived by it.
Fast‑forward to his later years, when he became seriously ill and we had to fly with him from St. Thomas to Florida in an air ambulance. He pulled through surgery and the long recovery, and I stayed by his bedside for days, helping however I could. Even after I had to leave, we stayed in touch while he was in rehab with his sister, Phyllis, in Vero Beach.
After he fully recovered, he chose to move to South Carolina to be close to his daughter and grandson. I encouraged him to stay there, even when he talked about returning to St. Thomas. I told him, “God saved you for this moment — to enjoy your daughter and your grandson.” He would say, “Boy, I owe you my life.” And I would always answer, “You don’t owe me anything. What I did was out of love for you, my brother. Trust God, and enjoy life with your family.”
I will miss his calls every week. And when NFL season came around, those calls doubled — sometimes tripled. On Sundays, if my team was losing, I could count on him calling just to tease me: “I told your daughter to come with me and back my team — your father is a loser!” That was Randy — full of jokes, full of life, full of love in his own way.
My brother, thank you for the memories, the laughter, the arguments, the loyalty, and the bond we shared. You will always be a part of me.

Terry Phillips

To My Siblings, Quiana, Amari, and family,

A tribute to Randy, my favorite brother, who departed this earth. We were both born in February; he was the 22nd and I the 24th. I thought about him yesterday. And days before that too. I think of him in silence. I often speak his name. Now all I have are memories. And his picture in a frame. His memory is my keepsake. With which I’ll never part. God has him in his keeping. I have him in my heart. I will miss him deeply, but I will always be grateful for the
bond we shared and the memories we created together. May Randy rest peacefully. He will always be with me. No matter where life takes us, I’ll always be grateful to call him my brother.

Rosie, Children, Grandchildren & Julien

As I sit down to write this tribute, my mind goes back to March 14th, the day you came to visit Mom. I remember picking you up from the boat. When you told me you were heading back the same day, I knew that was not enough time, and I am so glad that I convinced you to stay. We shared a beautiful visit, though I never imagined it would be our last time together. You loved family deeply, and those moments when all nine of us were together meant everything. I will not hear your soft, gentle voice again, but your presence will FOREVER live in my Heart.

Rest in Peace, Big Bro

Your Loving Sister Sonia

To My Grieving Family,
We know what it is like to suffer loss. And we know the strength that comes when we have been there for each other. Cousin Randy was one of a kind. And he will be greatly missed. I recall the days growing up when vacationing in Anguilla, we really did have some fun times.
Not forgetting the time spent at our grandma's home; the late great Daisy Harrigan. To all the family, I say, be strong. God  help us through this dark and painful time, I pray.

Rest in peace cuz Randy.

Steven Hughes (St. Maarten)

In loving memory of my brother, Randy.  Thank you for your gentle kindness  and your  unwavering love of family.  I will miss our phone calls, and I'm so sad we never got to take that trip to Anguilla.  You will be missed beyond words, but your spirit remains in every memory we hold dear and in the love we share. Rest well, big bro.

Your Sister 
Lizbeth (his pet name for me)

To My Siblings, Quiana, Amari and Family,
I thought of Randy, my favorite brother, who decided to depart this earth. We were both born in February; he was the 22nd and I the 24th. I thought about him yesterday. And days before that too. I think of him in silence. I often speak his
name. Now all I have are memories. And his picture in a frame. His memory is my keepsake. With which I’ll never part. God has him in his keeping. I have him in my heart. I will miss him deeply, but I will always be grateful for the
bond we shared and the memories we created together. May Randy rest peacefully. He will always be with me. No matter where life takes us, I’ll always be grateful to call him my brother. Rosie, Children, Grandchildren & Julien
I cannot and may never understand why God has taken him away from us so soon. I will miss those little chats and laughter by phone, but we serve a God who knows and understands all things and trust him by giving him full control of our lives.

May his soul rest in peace.

Sister Daphne and family

Randy wasn’t just my cousin. He was my dear friend and my business partner for many years, which means I got to see him in every light — and he was solid in all of them.
As family, he was the one who showed up. Birthdays, holidays, random Tuesday afternoon at the bar, he was always down for a good time. If you needed him, he was already on the way.
As a friend, he was the one who told you the truth when you needed it and cracked a joke when you needed that more. He had this way of making you feel like you were his favorite person in the room, because to him, you were.
As a business partner, he was a steady hand. And as a body man and painter, he was an artist. Randy could take something dented, scraped, and broken and make it look brand new. He had the patience, the eye, and the pride to do it right. That’s how he moved through life too — he didn’t cut corners, and he always left things better than he found them.
Randy wore a lot of hats in my life, and he wore them all well. He was loyal, he was funny, he was brilliant, and he was kind-hearted. The world feels a little less steady without him here.
To my cousin, my friend, my partner — thank you. For the laughs, the late nights in the shop, the risks we took, and the life we shared. I’m better because you were in it.
I’ll miss you every day. Love you, man.

Keep the paint smooth until then, cuz!

Alphonso Rogers

My brother Randy, I’m struggling to find the right words to say goodbye to someone who has been a part of my soul. I can’t say you will be missed;you have already been missed. Not talking every day, just even to say hello or which football team is winning, as you would always say, “My team is going to the Super Bowl, and the other team is going to the toilet bowl.” You don’t need to look at the television news; he can tell you all what’s happening ! Thanks for the few times we had together traveling and having fun. Pray you find peace; though words are never quite enough, the message that I send is that I feel blessed to have you as my brother. I will miss you dearly until we can embrace again.

Rest in Peace

Your Brother Clinton

Today, I send words to honor my cousin Randy.
We didn’t see each other often, and we didn’t talk as much as we probably should have. Life has a way of creating distance, even between family. But distance never changes the fact that we are connected—and that connection still matters.
Even without constant conversations or recent memories, Randy was still my cousin, still part of my story, still someone whose life had meaning and value. And moments like this remind us how important those connections really are.
It’s easy to think we need years of shared experiences to feel a loss deeply, but that’s not always true. Sometimes it’s the realization of what could have been—the conversations we didn’t have, the time we didn’t take—that makes this moment heavy.
But today isn’t just about regret. It’s also about recognition. Recognition of Randy’s life, his presence in this world, and the place he holds in our family.
Though our paths didn’t cross often, I’m grateful for the bond we did share. And I will carry that with me moving forward.
Randy, wherever you are now, I hope you are at peace. You are still family. You are still remembered by your cousins in Saint Maarten ❤️

Rest Easy, Cousin

Agnes Hughes

The special memories spent with Randy on his birthday, Feb. 22nd, 2026, will never be forgotten.
I will always remember our last meal together, and seeing how happy he was will always be remembered.
Memories of him will always be in my heart.

Until we meet again, rest in peace.

Love Sis Philis

To The Family of Randy Crawford:
We are so sorry to hear of the passing of Cousin Randy. May the Lord comfort and strengthen you during this time. May the special times you shared together and the precious memories you have of him, along with the fact that "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints," give you peace, knowing that God's grace is sufficient to carry you through this time of life!!!

David Harrigan's (Uncle Ta) Family

My sweet uncle never thought I would have to be writing a tribute this soon. I will miss you very much, from your random calls just to check in on me or to track down Daddy lol to talking smack during the NFL seasons. P.S. KC reign is over!! I hope you got to see 3 of your favorite people (Aunty Francis, Threcio and Mommy) and share some hugs and a smile. Tell them I miss them. Uncle, thank you for being here for me through all the moments I can remember and those I can’t.

I will forever love you and miss you dearly.

Love, Threcia and K’Sha

A Tribute to Our Uncle Randy

To our beloved Grandma and our precious cousins
Uncle Randy was love you could feel without words,
strength you could lean on.
Nana, his life is a reflection of the love you poured into him.
Qiana, you are his legacy walking forward-walk tall and proud.
Amari, you are the light of his heart, and a living piece of him.
Though he is no longer with us,
he lives in our stories, our smiles, and in the way we love each other.

Forever in our hearts, always in our family.

Love Danni and your many nieces and nephews

On April 20 , 2026, my world changed in a way I’m still trying to understand. Losing my dad so suddenly has left a space in my heart that feels impossible to fill. Finding him that day is something I’ll never forget—I called for help, hoping it wasn’t real. Even now, it’s hard to accept he’s gone.
My dad was everything to me—my safe place, my daily conversation, my rock. I miss talking to him about everything. I miss his hugs, his kisses, and just knowing he was always there. I miss watching CNN with him every day during my lunch break. He had a laugh you couldn’t ignore and a smile that could light up any room.
When he found out I was having a son, he was over the moon. And when my son arrived looking just like him, it made their bond even more special. The love, the laughs, and the little talks they shared are memories I’ll hold onto forever.
Daddy, thank you for helping mommy shape me into who I am and for helping me raise my son into the little man he’s becoming.
Everyday is going to be hard-going to work and not seeing you come through the door smiling, no more seeing “dad” on my phone when you call, no more car rides to the fish market, no more jamming to “ There Goes My Baby” by Charlie Wilson. Everything stopped so suddenly and I just wished I had hugged you and never had let go. My heart is shattered and I don’t know when it will be mended again.

We love you, and we miss you more than words can say.

~Qiana and Amari~~

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