Roy B. Wedlund


1935 – 2020

Lifetime Washington resident Roy B. Wedlund passed away peacefully at Swedish Hospital Edmonds on November 29, 2020.

He is survived by his wife Caroll; children Chris, Sadrina and Laura; Caroll’s children Jenny, Glen and Erin, and grandchildren Kelsey, Josh, Ben, Tara, Olivia and Josie, as well as his step-grandchildren Jaden, Freya, Micah and Kai.

Roy went to be with our Lord and now has the wings to be free.

He was a beloved husband, father and grandfather.

Roy served 44-12 years with the Seattle Police Department as well as many years in the Coast Guard Reserve, where he met Caroll.  They were married 30 years before his passing.  Roy will forever be in our hearts.

7 Responses to “Roy B. Wedlund”

  • Tim Walters says:

    My first memory of Roy goes back to his high school days when he was playing football. I walked in the dark up to the old Anacortes Memorial football field with my grandfather, Charles, Roy’s uncle. Thru the hurricane fence, under the lights two teams were playing and grandpa said that Roy was out there…… I also remember when at special occasions, like Christmas, Roy would walk into the dining room at my grandparents house, bigger than life…. Everyone enjoyed seeing Roy. Condolences to all of his family.

  • Robert Rhoads says:

    R. I. P. Roy, I certainly enjoyed our association in The Coast Guard in the mid 1970’s. Thanks for your service.

  • Sadrina Dorn says:

    “A father is neither an anchor to hold us back, nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.”

    It is with sadness that I realize this will be the first Christmas without my father. Even though I knew it was looming, I didn’t know it would come so soon. I was hoping I’d have more time to get acquainted with the idea of death and what it means for those of us left behind and my feelings of loss of Dad.

    My Dad, Roy B. Wedlund, entered fully into the presence of his Lord and Savior on November 29. 2020. He was preceded in death by Carol Wedlund and survived by their children Christopher, Laura, and Sadrina and their spouses, Anne, Mark, and Paul. Roy is survived by his wife of 31 years, Caroll, and his stepchildren, Jenny, Glen, Erin, and spouse Waldo. He was a man that loved seeing his family dearly, especially when spending time with his 10 grandchildren.

    Family and spending time together was essential to my father’s happiness. One of my fondest memories with him is attending Husky football games. These games began early in my life and continued as I attended the University of Washington and became an alumnus. He loved to tailgate and truly enjoyed the spirit of the day. Later in his life, when it was difficult to make the games, we moved the games to our house. We watched the games, I cooked up a storm, especially the foods that Dad loved to eat, and we were happy. I am thankful for these times that we were able to spend together. The games were important, but the time we spent as a family was essential. My children learned through the tailgates how much spending times means to not only Grandpa but to us all. A lesson of love that we continue as a family.

    The family was so important to my father. He never took his family for granted, and he was there to give his support, listen, and lend guidance. He loved his Grandparents, Parents, Aunts and Uncles, Cousins, and all his kin in the Anacortes vicinity where he was raised as a child. He was proud of his family and his Norwegian/Swedish roots. He looked forward to being with family and swapping stories but, more importantly, sharing love and respect.

    My Dad also was known for being a storyteller. He retired after 44 years from the Seattle Police force and was also a reservist in the United States Coast Guard. The stories that he shared of his work were full of pride and honor. He had many wonderful friends that he enjoyed serving and sharing loyalty during his service. The one takeaway that I have about my Dad’s stories is that he did not tell stories that would dishonor or tear down someone else. His stories were always full of the joy of moments of people coming together in true comradery. He was happiest when he shared his stories. I will miss the pleasure of hearing his stories.

    With my Dad’s passing, I ask myself, what is the measure of a man… of my father?

    The true meaning of a man is the amount of love he shares. My father was a man that shared whatever he could to help others. He consistently lifted those around him with a funny story, a kind word, a compliment, a listening ear.

    What is the measure of a man….my Dad was immeasurable and a true kind, loving soul.

  • Gary Castellano says:

    Roy was our next door neighbor for over 50 years and Godfather to our two children.
    When we moved here in 1970, we were just 24 and had no children. Roy and Carol were in their 30’s and had 3 children – Chris, Ree, and Laura. Roy was with Seattle Police and wife Carol was a nurse administrator. I soon joined the Shoreline Fire Department (KCFD#4) and my wife was a pharmacist. We had a lot in common, personally and professionally. When we started our family their daughters Ree and Laura spoiled our kids and were fun babysitters. The family even shared their dog Bingo with us. Bingo would come lay on the corner of our deck so he had an overview of the cul de sac. We never had to get our own dog.
    Our home is a small rambler built in 1948. We bought it thinking it was our starter home and we would move on in 5 years. We were smart enough to know we could get a bigger house, but we could never get neighbors like the Wedlunds, so 50 plus years later we are still here.
    Roy and I often shared stories – stories about work or stories about growing up in small towns in the 40’s or 50’s. I loved to trigger his memorable laugh, “HOH, HOH, HOH”! It would bring tears to my eyes. When Roy moved in to Christa, I would try to visit regularly, and yes, we would tell those same old stories and laugh until we couldn’t breathe. His second wife of 31 years, Caroll, would show up and just shake her head at us. The nurse would often come and close the door!
    Roy, you are missed but never forgotten.
    Gary Castellano and Hank

  • Dolores Dorn says:

    A gentle giant our family had the pleasure knowing for years and probably not enough. Roy came into our family’s lives when Ree and our son, Paul were students at the UW. They are a couple who lit a spark in one another and married, bringing Roy into our family. I will always remember Roy as a father who showed his love and caring for his family and many others during the meaningful years with the Seattle police force. True dedication for everyone. It showed when Ree, Roy, and Paul supported the Huskies at the stadium for the up-and-down games. It could be sunny, rainy, cold or hot but it really never came into their thoughts. It was their togetherness that really counted. This was the makeup of Roy’s being. He will leave a void for all who knew him but we will keep the fond memories always. Roy has finally found the rest he deserves and free of his struggles. We send our blessings to you, Roy. You are loved.

  • phillip m gaylord says:

    I worked with Roy on several occasions during my career with the Seattle Police, he was always thoughtful and considerate of the officers that worked for him. I always looked forward to being around him because of his positive nature. He truly defined what leadership should reflect.

  • Shelly Walker says:

    Farewell Uncle Roy. So many that loved you passed before you, especially the love of Aunt Carol and Ma. Now you are back in their loving arms. I hope you found some comfort knowing that the family reconnection was made and that it’s a strong one.

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