Randall G. Knackert

I have a lot of very fond memories of my Uncle Randy. From early childhood, we spent many birthdays and holidays with my cousins, Uncle, and Aunt. I remember Randy's horses and going for a ride in the wagon, watching WWF for the first time ever, watching Packer games, target practice with bow and arrows, hunting deer, my first time ever riding on a Harley, and many other good times. As I got into my early teen years, our relationship developed into one of lovingly making fun of each other. That hit its peak when we started exchanging gag gifts for Christmas each year. Some of those "gifts" were pretty clever, and always hilarious. I remember getting a "horse apple" wrapped up in a box with red and green tissue paper inside, a mannequin butt, some kind of large/dead beetle, and a few other funny gifts. Each year, this tradition grew as we tried to outdo each other. Randy's humor was so fun, and I will always look back on those times with joy. He certainly was one of a kind, and he will be missed but never forgotten. He was a very dedicated husband to my Aunt and father to my cousins.