Wyndall Frank Loyd, aged 97, passed away on the afternoon of April 1, 2019, at his home at The Lodge at Eagle Ridge in Renton, of natural causes. Family members and vigilant caregivers, as well as hospice staff, were in attendance.
Born in Dierks, Arkansas, on December 14, 1921, to Kenny and Effie Loyd, Wyndall graduated from high school in Hot Springs, Arkansas, in 1940 and enlisted in the Army Air Corps soon thereafter. Serving with distinction with the 305th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force, he performed the duties of flight engineer on the B-17 Flying Fortress, taking part in numerous missions out of England into France and Germany. In 1949, Wyndall was awarded the Air Medal (fourth oak leaf cluster) in acknowledgement of his part in the Berlin Airlift “Little Vittles” operation, in which American forces flew food and supplies into the city of Berlin while it was blockaded by Russian forces.
Wyndall continued to serve in the Air Force stateside until his retirement in 1966. At that time, he embarked on what became a 34-year career at The Boeing Company in Seattle, retiring in 2000. During his employment at Boeing, Wyndall was a respected source of knowledge, experience, understanding, and mentorship.
Wyndall was laid to rest on April 5, 2019, at Sunset Hills Memorial Park in Bellevue, Washington, at a family-only graveside service. A memorial followed at the Museum of Flight’s Red Barn on Boeing Field in Seattle on April 26, 2019.
His wife of 61 years, Katherine, and their daughter, Mary Kathryn, preceded Wyndall in death. He is survived by daughter Lee and spouse Pam; son Wyndall Frank and wife Patricia; daughter Robyn and husband James; and daughter Nani. Wyndall leaves five grandchildren, three great-grandchildren, and one great-great-granddaughter.
If so desired, donations may be made in Wyndall’s name to his preferred charity, the Sanctuary of Hope in San Antonio, Texas.
One of Wyndall’s favorite authors, C.S. Lewis, describes the spirit’s entry into eternity with the words of Aslan the Great Lion. “The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.” We’ll see you in the morning, Dad.
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