Carol Ann Everton

Beneath the soft grey skies of Coatbridge, where the heather meets the rain, a bonnie lass named Carol Ann McGee first opened her eyes to the song of Scotland in 1944. She carried that song all her life — a melody of kindness, courage, and quiet grace.

In 1965, love’s own tide carried her across the Atlantic after she wed her beloved husband, Charles Otis Everton, Jr. (d. 2024). Together they built a life rich in laughter, faith, and devotion — two hearts forever entwined like thistle and rose.

Carol’s wit was as sharp as the Highland wind, and her compassion deep as Loch Lomond’s waters. She tended to others as one tends a sacred fire — with patience, gentleness, and unwavering care. She loved the poetry of Robert Burns, fish and chips with malt vinegar, stories well told and humor well timed. Her laughter lingered long after she left a room, like warm light fading gently across the glen.

In her final years, Carol was lovingly cared for at home by her daughter Angela, whose steadfast devotion was both quiet and profound. With grace, tenderness, and immeasurable strength, Angela ensured Carol’s days were filled with dignity, comfort, and love. Carol passed peacefully, surrounded in that same love — a true reflection of the life she lived and the legacy she leaves.

Her Loving Legacy

She leaves the best of herself behind: compassion, courage, and a heart that loved without end. They will remember her as a mother of strength, a grandmother of tenderness, and a soul whose laughter carried the scent of home.

Carol is survived by her daughters, Angela Wyant and husband Scott, and Victoria Everton Zimmerman; grandchildren, Hayley Fountain and husband Aaron, Zack Wyant, Carly Wyant, and Jessica Henrichsen and husband Austin; great-grandchildren, JR, Jackson, Austin, Kate, and Beth; and her sister Joy Sime and husband Jimmy. She is also lovingly remembered by many extended family members in England and Scotland.

The family extends their heartfelt gratitude to Dr. Robert Savory and the nurses, aides, and staff of Willis-Knighton Hospice for their compassionate support and care.

Her life will be celebrated in a private family gathering.

To her family and friends, Carol was a source of gentle light — a reminder that kindness, spoken softly, can echo through generations. Her spirit remains, bright as the Scottish heather in bloom, and her memory will forever dance like a Highland breeze through the hearts of those who loved her.

She’s away hame now, where the lochs are still and the light is soft.

In lieu of flowers, please consider donating to St. Jude Children’s Hospital, the American Cancer Society, the Humane Society, or honor her by passing along an act of kindness.

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A Scottish Farewell

Now may she rest among the hills of her homeland,

where the pipes play low and the heather blooms eternal.

May the winds carry her softly home,

and may those who loved her feel her near —

in every gentle rain, in every kind word spoken,

in every memory that warms the heart.

“Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.”

— Robert Burns