To Jared’s family !  I want to tell you how your dad gave me a chance  as a young  apprentice ! I was pretty green as he said but I show up and tried . Many other journey man really didn’t want me I didn’t know enough to really help . We where working at a job called wolf hollow in SlC for JW mechanical . He would try me on something and shake his head . And walk away  finally he looked at Sanford and said take Terry  and teach him something about plumbing anything lol . He could have let me go nobody would had  said anything. But I needed that job . Thank to him and Sanford and another journey man I made it to be a journey man ! And now I have 50 employees in plumbing. That’s to that great  man .  A special good buy to Jared from TERRY JASPER  of JASPER PLUMBING  

 

We have enjoyed many years with the Randall Family as we shared grandchildren (Trent and Janell's).  I remember once, we were meeting at IKEA to deliver the children to Jared and Becky.  Sadie had fallen and had either a bump or a scratch on her face.  Jared told us that "we delivered the children damaged".  We are grateful that Jared is a part of our lives!!  Our love and thoughts to the entire family.

Sorry for your loss, he will be missed by many, I knew him while we were growing up.  We went to school together from kindergarten to high school graduation.

Jared was my Hometeacher.  Came over with Pete monthly.  I was new to Monticello, grew up in San Francisco.  Jared liked to educate me about San Juan County.  One Sat, I saw him pull up to the house (we rented Dale Maughans house) with that little dog on the roof of the cab his truck.  He said, “Come on, Matt!  You wanna help us brand some cattle?”  I wouldn’t dare say “No” to Jared, so I went down road, just out of town where they had me clip something on the ear while he and Pete did dirty work at the other end of the calf.  He was a man of few words but that day he loved explaining to me about brands, calving tables, and even had me eat a “Rocky Mountain Oyster” from a dirty, bent fork he picked up off the ground.  I wasn’t much help that day, distracted by smell of burnt cowhide, but I’ve remembered that experience 20 plus years later impressed by Jared’s love for his home  and his willingness to share it with me.  

He was a wonderful man. Many tears will water the desert in his memory. He was a dear friend to my father. He was true to his word and gave his heart to all. I’m thankful to have rubbed shoulders with a man like him. My Love to all who remain.