If there were ever a man who had found the true answer to the question: "What is the meaning of life?" ...it was Jim.
I'm sure if Jim were here today, he would not want us to belabor his passing, but rather share in his embodiment of the human spirit. He would want us to laugh and share fond memories.

Let this be the vehicle of that sharing...

In the interest of setting the pace and maintaining a light, positive and even humorous air to this page, I am posting a story that I enjoyed, as told by my Father, Frank Weidler, Sr.:

15 months after our oldest son Frank was born, our identical twins Jim and Steve arrived.

Early on, it was my chore to give them baths. I would fill the tub, put them in, throw in a few rubber duckies and wash them while they did splashy-splashy and flooded the floor... which, of course, I had to mop up.

This went on for years and it was a happy time for me when they got a little bigger and I could take all of us together into our large shower.

On one of these happy little "get-togethers", first I washed Jim... then myself... then Frank... and as I was almost finished soaping up Steve getting ready to rinse him, he said...

“Dad… why are you washing me twice?”

Submitted by: Mark Weidler ("Brah")

11/17/2008:
For those who could not attend the funeral service, I told this story:
Some years back, Jim and I were leaving his condo in Laguna Niguel to go scuba diving at Diver's Cove in Laguna Beach. I was at his door with my dive gear in hand, waiting for Jim. At this time, Jim had two wonderfully gentle pit bull terriers, "Rocky" & "Bullwinkle" (a.k.a. "Moose"). Anyway, Jim hollers down the stairs... "Hold on! I have to change the dog's water."
A second later, I hear him flush the toilet and say, "Ok. Let's go."

Submitted by: Mark Weidler ("Brah")