MADISON-Carol Jean Vinje, age 75, of Madison, passed away at home with family by her side, on Monday, Sept. 5, 2016.
She was born on July 7, 1941, the daughter of Gladys Johnson and Carl Draeger in Blooming Grove, where she later married LeRoy Vinje on a beautiful sunny day on July 22, 1961. Carol loved and was famous for her cooking and making the best potato salad. She had a sassy, lovable attitude that always lit up the room. Carol was known to always have her hair in a million bobby pins, sporting her Miss Hollywood sunglasses. She loved country music, talking on the phone and visiting with friends and family. Carol's favorite flower was the sunflower. She was very protective of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Carol is survived by her husband, LeRoy Vinje; sons, Todd and Michael Vinje; grandchildren, Tia Ziegler, Tabytha Smith, Tiffany Vinje, Jeremy Vinje, and Shelby Clemons; great-grandchildren, Nolan Vinje and Jaden and Willow Smith; brothers, Dave, Richard, and Jeffrey Draeger; sister, Angela Draeger. She was preceded in death by her parents, Gladys and Carl Draeger; and sister, Dolores. Services and Burial will be held at ROSELAWN MEMORIAL PARK CHAPEL, 401 Femrite Drive. Monona, from 12:30 p.m. until 1:30 p.m. on Wednesday, Sept. 14, 2016, followed by lunch at HIGHLAND MANOR PARK, 10 Malibu Drive, Madison. Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! Written by Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
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