January 8, 1941 - April 1, 2025
In loving memory ~
Frank Joseph Wiesner Jr from Robson B.C known by many as Frankie, embarked on his final adventure on April 1st, 2025, leaving a trail of laughter and love in his wake. Born in Notikewin Alberta on January 8, 1941, and raised in Renata and
Nelson B.C, Frank's life was a testament to the school of hard knocks.
His story is not one of classrooms, but of the rich education that comes from embracing life with a cheeky grin and a wink. A farm boy at heart, his beginnings of delivering telegrams through the streets of Nelson, BC, to his service in the Army, showed the early makings of a man who wasn't afraid to roll up his sleeves and dive into whatever lay before him. His love for gears, gas, hard work, wood and moving earth led him to a life of hauling logs and running heavy-duty equipment, eventually retiring from Pope and Talbot, in the woods division. But let's be real, Frank never truly retired from being the life of any party.
Music flowed through Frank's veins from an early age. His passion for strumming guitars and plucking strings was only matched by his unwavering love and devotion to his beautiful wife, Leola of 58 years, his 3 daughters Tena, (Ron) Rhona-Lee (Byron) and Jennifer (Darren) then followed by 6 grandchildren Tanner, Hazen, Jared, (Charlie), Quinn, Drayven and McKenna. His family was the rhythm that kept his heart dancing to the beat of life's Country song.
He knew EVERYONE, had a joke for every occasion, a helping hand, and a warm heart that never seemed to run out of room for others.
Frank's legacy is one of laughter and love soaked in a driving hard work ethic, pride and family.
As we say goodbye we remember a man who didn't just pass through life; he strutted across with a beer in one hand and a twinkle in his eye. His stories will live on in the echoes of laughter and the music that fills the depth of our hearts... Frank's absence may feel unfathomable, but for those who were lucky enough to know him, every note of a guitar or fiddle will forever be a reminder of a man who played life's jam session to the fullest.
Keep strumming and laughing, Frank, your hard work here is done. See you Later, until we meet again.