

Frank Wilbert Tisue was born in Long Beach, California on October 11, 1933. He lived in many places during his childhood and adolescence, but settled back in Long Beach and remained there until he returned home to Heaven on November 11, 2010.
In his younger years he worked as a ranch hand and miner, and served in the Army, where he increased his cooking skills. He spent over 30 years working at Robertshaw Controls in Long Beach, where he advanced from die cast operator to foreman. His varied experiences served him well throughout his life. His family knew they could count on him to fix most anything and he always found a way – whether conventional or not. In his later years he became indispensable in his church community as he provided transportation and general support for the Food Bank program, served as Eucharistic Minister and acolyte, and opened the church and set up for daily Mass, as well as taking care of many other unseen needs, such as cleaning the candle holders and untangling microphone cords. All these things, and so many others, he did selflessly and without fanfare, never expecting or wanting any recognition or reward.
He is an inspiration to all who knew him, most especially his family. He has always been the most loving, devoted, and caring son, brother, husband, father, and grandfather as well as a loyal and true friend. It is amazing, although not surprising, that all who knew him, even briefly, recognized the authentic goodness and kindness that were such an innate part of him. His first thoughts were always of others, even when he was suffering through numerous health challenges. He would not want us to regret anything, but rejoice in all the time we were able to share with him. Although we grieve because we miss him, he is in our hearts and his love for us is eternal.
His quiet ways sometimes hid his deep thoughts but he often jotted down sayings that were humorous or meaningful to him and he also recorded some of his own thoughts, occasionally in verse. The following is one of his that reflects his spirituality and humility, and perhaps the peace that surpasses understanding.
Time will tell with heavy weights
What holds open Heaven’s gates
When one takes steps closer there
Will angels watch with loving care
To welcome you up that last stair
They know you’re coming and wait with joy
So lift your spirit and start the climb
Reach out your hand if you need a tug
Just say, “Father, I’m home.”
FWT
8-10-02
We love you. We miss you. We will never forget you.
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