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Sandra Fay Clark Weber
died on Mothers' Day, May 11, 2014 at
the San Antonio Military Medical Center
after a quest to recapture her freedom
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Ms. Weber was a musician,
a visual artist, a dancer, a scholar, a
teacher, a wife, a mother, a grandmother
and a globetrotter. Ms. Weber played her
way through Texas Wesleyan College on a
Band Scholarship, pledging Sigma Alpha
Iota. She began painting with oil and
tried just about every other medium in
the years to follow. While never a fan
dancer, Ms. Weber's rug cutting through
the years was legendary and only slowed
in the last few years. Far from
frivolous, however, Ms. Weber took her
Masters at Western Kentucky University
in special education. She used her new
degree to continue a teaching career
that began at the Children's Museum in
Fort Worth and continued in Houston,
Fort Knox, Munich and Augsburg, Germany,
Bowling Green, Kentucky, Alburquerque,
Virginia Beach, Oxen Hill, Maryland,
Killeen, El Paso, Seoul, Tularosa, New
Mexico and Guangdong, China. She got
around. Ms. Weber is survived by her
children, Lynda Gayle Carrasco of Buda,
Texas and David Reid Weber of Anchorage,
Alaska. She was also graced with
grandchildren she loved and spoiled,
William Joseph Carrasco and Jaxyn Lee
Fay Awapuhemelemele Weber. Ms. Weber,
recently divorced and with two young
children, met and married the love of
her life, Lt. William Joseph Weber in
1963. She followed him through his
postings, career and retirement for
three continents and thirty years until
his passing in October of 1993. Ms.
Weber directed that her remains join her
husband's in Arlington National
Cemetery. To that end, formal services
will be held in Washington D.C. at the
Church of St. Monica and St. James at a
future date. In the two decades after
her husband's death Ms. Weber traveled
the United States seeing friends, went
to Alaska often to see her son and his
family, saw China, Thailand, Greece,
Turkey, Norway, Germany (again) and
Russia. Again, she got around. |
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Ms. Weber's
family requests no flowers.
Instead, continue to root
for the Spurs, go to and/or
fund the McNay and live an
adventure.
We love ya'
Ma. |
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