RANDY LEE JARRARD

Randy Lee Jarrard, age 70, of Tulare CA, passed away on August 23, 2026, in his hometown with loved ones by his side.
Born in Tulare, California on April 23, 1956, to Lovetta Moss and Richard Jarrard, Randy Lee Jarrard grew up in California and started working with his father at a young age as a Contract Painter for over 50 years. He was the oldest of his siblings.
He was a dad, son, brother, nephew, cousin, and friend to many. Randy did what Randy wanted to do, and he would tell you that himself. He loved Jesus and God and his family and wasn’t afraid to admit it. He liked music, the outdoors and sunsets. He once told me he would dream about flying quite often. A few days before he passed, he had me play “spirit in the sky” and he sang along with it. He is now flying with the spirit in the sky. I don’t know exactly what he would say if he were here, but I do know he would say, “lets rock n roll”. He will truly be missed.
Randy Lee Jarrard is survived by his fury friend Tippy, son Joseph Paul Jarrard, Daughter Mandy Ann Meraz, son-in-law Martin Meraz, brothers Greg Jarrard, James Jarrard, Jimmy Wilson, Richie Jarrard, Eric Jarrard,  Sister Renaye Roberts, Aunt Nancy, Grandson Gavin Jarrard along with many nieces, nephews and cousins.
He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Father Richard Jarrard, mother Lovetta Wilson, stepfather Ken Wilson, sister Lisa Wilson, brother Kevin Wilson, brother Mark Jarrard, two grandchildren Jeffrey and Amanda Jarrard, and many more loved ones.
There will be no service at this time. A celebration of life will be set for a later date.

A Contract Painter’s Poem
The ladder is lowered, and the brushes are dry, under a peaceful, wide-open sky. The exterior walls he protected with care stand strong in the sunlight and fresh air. He spent his life shielding the homes that we love, watching the weather change up above. With a scraper in hand and an eye for detail, he made sure the finish would never fail. From the highest gable to the lowest seam, he painted a brighter, more beautiful dream. He sealed up the cracks where the winter wind blew, leaving old timber looking like ew. The drop clothes are folded, the scaffolding down, his handiwork lives on all over the town. The colors stay bright though the seasons will fade, a lasting reminder of all that he made. His final contract is finished and done, resting at peace in the setting sun.