Thomas Allen Wiesler

Thomas Allen Wiesler, age 66, of Mobile, Alabama passed away on Saturday, November 28, 2020. Thomas was born September 3, 1954. He retired in 2006 from The Alabama Department of Public Safety as an aircraft mechanic.

Preceding him in death is his father, William George Wiesler, mother Veronica Zegarski Wiesler, brother William Wiesler and sister Christine Wiesler James. Survivors include his loving wife of 36 years Carol Poe Wiesler, Daughter Candie Sheffield Daum (Keith). Grandchildren; Anne Carol Daum (Robert Becker), Lane Russell Daum (Anne Liebman Daum), Travis Owen Daum. Two great-grandchildren; Henry Odin Daum-Parsons and Ella Grace Daum, sister Rose Donley, In laws Drs. Phillip and Karen Crunk, Lonnie Crunk brother-in-law. Jo Scarborough, sister-in-law and his loving nieces and nephews.

Eating a delicious grapefruit this morning I got to thinking about my friend, Tom

Wiesler, who shed his mortal coil earlier this week. Well, he didn't quite shed it

as much as he just wore. the crap out of it. For Tom was the ultimate irreverent . . ' ,

in your face, opinionated, curmudgeon. Now I only knew Tom for about a dozen.

years so not quite sure about his life before that but believe it included a lifetime

of working as an electrician and possibly a Merchant Marine. Though he was just

a few years older than me, he had worn his body down to a nub after having it

cut-on and rebuilt for years. He hated doctors, nurses, physical therapist and

hospitals. Well, at least that is what he wanted, you to think as he/would bitch and

moan about all they did while regularly following his own treatment plans that

included leaving the hospital on multiple occasions trailing his I.V. pole so he

could go smoke somewhere. Along with his complaining about everything else in

the world Tom would not suffer ignorant fools, taxes; loud crappy music; the

weather; fast drivers; thieves or thugs; religion or his wife, Carol (who also

happened to be the love of his life while after 36 years together she still called

him Boyfriend).

Now let it be known that thru it all Tom would patrol the neighborhood from his

perch on the porch or wandering the streets on a regular basis, day and night and

even for hours before sunrise talking to all the neighbors but wanting to make

sure you weren't up to' no good if you happened to be one of the very few he

didn't recognize. Along the way he would make sure you were well versed in his

opinion of the sorry state of the world, but also checking to see if you had

anything and I mean anything that needed fixing. For Tom was the ultimate

handyman equipped with at least 3 sets of every tool known to man; taking the

time to assist or teach anyone about fixing cars, motorcycles, plumbing, electrical,

roofs, walls, trailers and anything else you could think of ...grumbling all the way.

Since Tom didn't believe in a greater God I figure St. Peter has him up there just

patrolling the outside edges of heaven making sure to keep the riff-raft out...along

with all his bitching.

Tom (and Carol) also shared their yearly bounty of grapefruit with any and all

takers and so as I eat one this morning I think of him fondly. He will be missed,

for as I have heard it said from another neighbor who knew him well.. ..."I've never met anyone else like him ...."