CAROL WENDLANDT

My heart is broken. Aunt Carol was one of a kind, and I have so many fond memories of she and Uncle Floyd coming to visit us in California. We played cards and games and we had SO many laughs. I can see her face and hear her laughter so vividly.   My dad, Don, adored his baby sister so much. My parents chose my middle name, Carol, after Aunt Carol, and that will always be so special to me. My sincere condolences to my cousins and their spouses, my Aunt Shirley and Uncle Tom, and to everyone who loved her as much as I did.