Wiley Autry Coile
August 7, 1942 - September 13, 2021
Smells of sawdust, boots and jeans, and baseball hats; golf clubs, baseballs, and yard tools;
baby blue eyes with a mischievous sparkle, a kind smile, words few, but impactful; strong
hands, a strong back, and a servant heart; all the makings of a humble man that loved his
family, friends, country, and God. That was Wiley Autry Coile.
After a gallant battle against cancer for the past 18 months, he answered his call home and won
the victory when he finally took the hand of his beloved Joyce once again after 11 months apart
and entered the gates of heaven. He leaves behind a legacy of courage, strength, faith, humor,
and stubborn determination that has impacted all who knew him.
Wiley Autry was born in Honey Grove, Texas August 7, 1942 to his parents, Minneola and Wiley
Coile, Sr., as well as his older sister, Phyllis. He was a blessing to his parents, after they
experienced three still born babies between him and his older sister. He was later joined by his
little sister, Caroline just 2 years younger, whom he adored. He experienced great suffering
when she was tragically called home at the tender age of 4 years old.
Wiley Sr. moved their family to Borger when it was a boomtown when Wiley Autry was 3 years
old where lived all his life, with the exception of his years serving in the military in the United
States Air Force. He then moved with his beloved to live near their daughter in the Houston
area for the last nearly 2 years.
Wiley went by his middle name, Autry, growing up. It wasn’t until the military that he became
known by his first name, which is what most of his work colleagues and adult friends called him.
What someone calls him typically distinguishes what phase of life they know him from. The
funny thing, all three of his names were rarely pronounced correctly by people he didn’t know.
He learned to answer to just about anything someone attempted that sounded even close...
“Willey,” “Audrey (he hated that one),” and “Cole-ey.”
Wiley Autry was a man with an unexpected humor hidden behind his quiet demeanor. He was
ornery to the core and mischief was his middle name. He made life so much fun! But even
more, he was a man of deep integrity. He was a man that his yes meant yes and his no meant
no. He could be trusted with anything by anyone. He lived a life of service, from how he served
his family and friends with his ability to fix anything and ensure everyone felt protected, to his
work ethic where even when he was “boss” he worked along-side and never “over” anyone. He
was calm 95% of the time, but if you pushed him past that line you better get!
He deeply loved his country and wore his uniform with deep pride, even when it wasn’t popular
to do so, as he served during Vietnam. He was not a man to show a lot of outward emotion,
but the flag and his country could bring a tear to his eye. So could a hole in one, which he had
several under his belt. He was a man that lived in a way that if he did it, he sought to do it to
perfection. His golf game and his amazing talent at woodworking exemplified some of his rich
talents and abilities.
He married his high school sweetheart, Joyce Faye Todd Coile, once he returned from his
service in the military and they lived out and created a beautiful life together of 51 years of
marriage and approximately 61 years together in total. His eyes grew more dim they day he lost
her, just 11 months before his own homecoming to Heaven and it was clear life without her
was hard to bear. Mama used to say, “I love that man. I wanna kill him sometimes, but I sure do
love him.” They were better together, and it was clear that they were each other’s better half.
Daddy began to long for heaven the moment Mama went home. When he answered the call, I
know my mama was standing there with her beautiful smile, so eager to share her homecoming
joy with him. His little grandson, Eathan, grabbed the other hand, while he also reunited with:
his precious dad, mom, two sisters and three other siblings; as well as a host of cousins, aunts,
uncles, and in-laws all whom shared in his homecoming joy, as his suffering ended and he was
ushered into the presence of his Savior and saw the face of God!
We wouldn’t wish him another day longer of suffering, but our void is tremendous. He is
survived by his son, Todd Coile (Holly) of Borger, his daughter Robin Robinson (Todd) of
Kingwood, 7 grandsons, 3 granddaughters, 2 great grandsons, and 2 great granddaughters, and
his precious loyal companions, Aggie and Gracie. He was the backbone of our family and led
each of us with the delicate balance of high expectations paired with mercy and grace. He is
also survived by his brother-in-law, Clyde Todd (Wanda), and brother-in-law, Lawrence Jones,
both who were more like brothers, as well as precious cousins, aunts, and dear life-long friends
that were more like brothers and sisters.
Though we ache for more time with him, it was clear as his body was failing, yet as the bible
promises, his spirit was being renewed. He is now receiving his reward in full for eternity! To
honor his legacy, lend a hand to someone and expect nothing in return. You may also make
donations online in his name to honor his grandson’s legacy at his foundation that supports
terminally ill children at creatingforcare.com.
An intimate family service will be held in Kingwood. A joint celebration of life for Wiley and
Joyce will be held in the near future, with a date TBA, as COVID and Cancer have prevented
services prior.
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