Charles Philip Wiebers

On February 12, 2026, Charles P. Wiebers, (Chuck or Charlie) left us. I lost the love of my life—my main squeeze, my political opponent, the man who knew everything, lover of all things sparkly, and who could be as stubborn as a mule. He was my morning coffee maker and bacon-cooking hero, the best dad, best friend, and my wonderfully crazy life partner of more than 48 years. On February 11, he gave me a kiss goodnight as usual, and sometime after midnight, he quietly slipped away.
Chuck was my left-turn road trip partner, the keeper of the Sirius 50’s Channel, and always ready for a new adventure. Whenever we hit the road, I listened to more 50’s music than should be legal, occasionally sneaking in a few songs from the 60’s just to expand his horizons. Only when Rileigh and Abby—his beloved grand daughters—were in the car did he surrender control of the music.
He was the best dad our sons could have asked for—deeply involved in Scouting and those monthly camping trips. Chuck had endless checklists before he and Nick even backed out of the driveway. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a car so packed for a two-night trip—I’m amazed there was room for them inside. And when David joined, I can’t guarantee he wasn’t strapped to the roof at times!
Chuck loved those adventures—whether it was tents blowing away in wind and rain, snow and sleet forcing them to sleep in the car, or ski trips that somehow ended in the hospital (not from skiing, but from a batting cage mishap). He was very proud when David decided Scouting wasn’t for him and chose a different path, and incredibly proud when Nick earned his Eagle Scout badge.
When the boys began playing instruments way back in middle school, Chuck was there for everything—concerts, lessons, and picking out instruments. As they continued into high school, he became deeply involved with the Berkmar Band Boosters, serving as both Treasurer and President. He spent countless weekends building props, fixing concession stands, and supporting the band in any way he could.
After the boys graduated and went to college, Chuck became an enthusiastic University of Georgia football fan, proud to have both sons in the Redcoat Band. Trips to Jacksonville for the “world’s largest cocktail party” (with a football game thrown in) were some of his favorite times. Even after graduation, he never missed a game—settling into his spot on the couch, fully committed from kickoff to final whistle. Chuck continued to support his guys in their new careers as Music Directors, helping with everything from reconstructing band rooms to showing up to their new school football games to support the marching bands.
When the boys married, David to Tina, and Nick to Lisa, Chuck was thrilled. When Rileigh and Abby arrived, he became an incredibly proud grandfather. To say those girls were his pride and joy would be an understatement. He attended every recital, program, and performance, always excited for whatever paths they choose in life. Just know, girls, he will always be with you.
When Nick and Lisa moved to Seattle, Chuck proudly joined the convoy, helping drive one of their cars across the country. We made several trips to Texas to visit Dave and Tina, to celebrate births, birthdays, and holidays.
Chuck attended Iowa State University in Ames, where he earned a double major in Political Science and Economics. During that time, he met a girl who lived downstairs and asked her out. Even after running out of gas on their first date and paying for hot chocolate with pennies, something clicked. After graduation, he attended Creighton Law School in Omaha—single his first year, married the girl from downstairs his second year, and a father by his third.
After law school, we moved to Georgia, where Chuck passed the bar on his first try. He practiced law for several years before deciding it wasn’t quite the right fit. He transitioned into a role with Compris Technologies, a division of NCR, where he immersed himself in restaurant software and hardware. His work eventually took him across the U.S. and internationally, including England, Mexico, Canada, and Dubai.
When an opportunity arose in Boston, I went ahead to test the waters, and Chuck soon followed—packing up the Georgia house, selling the car, and jumped in with both feet to a new chapter. We fell in love with Boston and New England and stayed for 13 years. In 2020, with one of us unemployed and the other working remotely, we returned to Georgia to be closer to family. Chuck retired in 2023 and immediately began planning road trips, which took us to Washington, Arkansas, Colorado, and Iowa—always with a few adventures along the way. (A note from experience: avoid fast food joint in Kansas, and when the Kansas speed limit says 70, they mean exactly 70!)
We were fortunate to celebrate his stepmother Betty’s 90th birthday with family in Iowa, a time Chuck deeply cherished. He also enjoyed reconnecting with extended family during a visit to Arkansas, where he proudly showed me the places from his childhood stories and introduced me to relatives who welcomed us warmly.
Our last trip together was to Washington State to visit Nick and Lisa. Along with my brother Dick, we spent four days exploring Olympic National Park—a trip that could easily have lasted longer. Of course, there were a few mishaps along the way, including Chuck discovering that driftwood on the beach has a way of “reaching up” to trip you—resulting in a memorable black eye.
Chuck is survived by his wife, Carolyn; his son, Nicholas Wiebers, and daughter-in-law Lisa Spragins of Sultan, WA; and his son, David Wiebers, and daughter-in-law Christina (“Tina”) Wiggins of Jasper, GA, along with granddaughters Rileigh and Abby.
He is also survived by his stepmother, Betty Wiebers of Camanche, IA; his brother, Jim Wiebers of Clinton, IA; and numerous nieces and nephews in Iowa. Additionally, he is survived by his half-sister, Debra Rupric of Park Ridge, IL.
Extended family members include his brother-in-law—and sometime construction supervisor—Richard F. Roeber II of Grand Junction, CO; his sister-in-law and brother-in-law, Joan Roeber-Jones and Graham Jones of Marietta, GA; their daughters, Katy Jones Howell (Ryan) and Kristy Jones Holland (Matthew), along with their children; and Sherry Neal Roeber of Canon City, CO.

Chuck was cremated and did not wish for a formal service, and we are honoring that request. The boys and I will find a special place to scatter his ashes and say our goodbyes. (Sorry, babe—Tahiti isn’t happening. International laws, you know.)
Thank you to everyone who sent flowers, cards, and shared kind words. We deeply appreciate your support and love.