Donald E. Wendorff

Years ago, Don and I were on the same bowling team for a few years as part of the Milwaukee Pharmacist Drug Club league at Classic Lanes in Greenfield. Those were good times. I hadn’t seen Don for some time but we reconnected through the Milwaukee Veteran Pharmacists Assoc. My condolences to the family, Don was a great guy and pharmacist.

Don was always so calm, cool and collective! Loved his stories in our Companions Class, he and Char gave me rides to special events that group was going to and always a familiar face in church! My Don enjoyed the Pharmacy group that they belonged to. You will be missed dear friend.

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When you walked into God's kingdom Flowers must have bloomed on every step you made I remember wherever you were there were flowers, flowers, flowers I think of you and I think of John 20:15 Mary mistook Jesus for a gardener! When you walked into heaven There must have been a hush Your generosity was always so quiet You did not seem to be concerned with being acknowledged You gave and quietly smiled I once asked you to write a lent devotion about what it means to live the life of a disciple. 16 years ago! I smiled because you compared discipleship with the best thing in your life: marriage to your beloved Char. You wrote (cut and paste) Discipleship is a Lifelong Journey It was a cold and rainy late April evening about 50 years ago. My best friend and I had been planning an extraordinary trip for almost 2 years. Because it was so special and lengthy, our parents, wanted to make sure we were sent off in style. They invited many of our friends and relatives, including some with musical talent, to provide that special “sendoff” song. Soon the first notes sounded, interrupted by an ominous roll of thunder, and the trip began. Looking back today on that wonderful and exciting journey, which along the way encountered a few detours, bumps and potholes, one thing stands out in my mind. It was the very first event that occurred, Charlotte Ann Siewert walking down that long church aisle hand in hand with her father, looking radiant, to be my partner for life. Best of all, the “trip” goes on! Praise be to God. Thank you Mr. Wendorff. I think you know I loved you deeply even though I don't think I said it with words. Say hi to Jesus.

Don certainly was kind and generous. I will remember how he shared his talents with the people at BDUMC. I will also remember how much he loved his dear wife and how they cared for each other.

Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.