Randall Jay Manning, 51, of Longmont, died September 26 at his residence.
Randy was born on October 19, 1960 in Denver to Roland and Carol Manning.
Randy excelled throughout school. His passions were nature, wrestling and debate. He graduated with Summa Cum Laude Bachelor Degree in Political Science and Anthropology from Denver University.
Randy was a Boy Scout and achieved Eagle Scout at the early age 14. Randy truly believed in the Boy Scout Pledge of Honor and followed it throughout his life.
Randy volunteered for the Peace Corp and spent 1 ½ years in the Philippines where he first met Lina “Medy” Feria. Unfortunately they were separated by family and culture but reunited 25 years later. They married on August 15, 2010 fulfilling the lifelong dream for both of them.
Surviving are his wife, Medy of Longmont; his mother Carol Manning of Longmont; sister Leta (John) Gill-Scott of Longmont; and nephews Stopher (Alexa) and Alex Gill (Nicki); Great niece Elsie May Gill; and Great nephew D.J. Gabelman. He is further survived by his step-son Ramon Linus Beroy and step-daughter Marianne Beroy of the Philippines, three aunts, two uncles and 17 cousins; His dear friends Patty and Brian Billings and their children Aspen, Skyler and Lily of Firestone, Kurt Haeker of Montana, and Dr. Reza Ghods of Ohio.
Randy’s gentle loving spirit, charisma and generosity will be deeply missed by all who knew him.
A cremation has been entrusted to the Howe Mortuary and Crematory.
In lieu of flowers please send contributions to the Randall J Manning fund at www.randalljmanning.com. This website is also an interactive celebration of his life

How do you say goodbye to a soul mate?

 How do you cope with the realization that a fine man with a brilliant mind and a generous soul is gone forever?

 Randy has been ill for a long time; ever since he came back from the Philippines with the horrors that caused his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Day in and day out, he battled with pain, not just mentally but physically.

 For three years, I took good care of Randy --- prayed, hoped, day after day that one day he would get well.

 All those nights that I have watched over him, he talked about those horrible things that happened to him in the past. He fought his fear of the jungle, hoped with all his might that the horrible dreams would go away. I felt so helpless on how to help him. How I prayed that God would heal those painful memories so he could live a normal life.

 I took good care of Randy in the only way I knew --- I gave him the love and care that I could. I am not a domesticated person, but I cooked for him at midnight when he didn't feel nauseated because that's the only time when he felt well enough to eat. I rubbed his back, his arms and his legs and massaged his head to alleviate his pain. I put the compression socks to his swollen legs before he wore his gauntlet. I checked his medications regularly to make sure that he took them. Most of all, I bathed him whenever he allowed me to do so.

  It was hard because I also hold a full time job during day time. I need to --- I have a family back home who are dependent on me. There were times when I only slept for four hours. But Randy, with the three short years that I have been with him and his family, has shown me how to love people unconditionally. He loved his "Lost Boys" and took good care of them for more than twenty years. 

 Randy loved Facebook. He spent a lot of time playing Galaxy Legion, Castle Age and FarmVille. Yesterday, he was happy because he hit his 1,100th level in Galaxy Legion. While he sat in his computer, he served as a sounding board to all his friends who poured out to him the pain and misery that they were going through. While physically he couldn't be with them, Randy gave his ears and attention to them when they needed it most.

 He and I frequently drove to the mountains and the lakes, or sometimes just drove around the city. He loved his diet Coke, his Copenhagen snuff and the large vanilla ice cream in cone. Randy pointed to me the edible plants in the forest and made me smell the different kinds of Panderosa tree. He urged me to do my best to live here in the US because as he said, America is now my home. He was such an old soul who knew a lot, but he told me that his brain was so messed up.

 More than a week ago, Randy and I thought that he was getting well. His swollen legs have finally looked normal. His psychiatrist has reduced his medications and he had started to lose weight. We hoped for the best and looked forward to a better future. 

 But Randy started to vomit last Saturday. Mom and I thought that just like the other things that happened to him in the past, Randy would weather this storm.

 Then yesterday, Randy passed away on his sleep. I'm still in shock and in grief. However, Randy is now free from pain and the horrors of his PTSD. 

 Rest in peace Randy!