Carol Ann "Annie" Weber (Clark) Service Information

Annie Weber passed away unexpectedly at her home in Wycombe, Pennsylvania on Wednesday February 24, 2021. She had just celebrated her 60^th birthday on February 3^rd.

 Annie was the beloved wife of Jim Weber and proud mother of two sons, Zachary and Timothy. She was also the daughter of Roger Clark and the late Margaret L. Wackerman Clark and daughter-in-law of the late Joseph H and Barbara Kunz Weber.

Annie was one of six children and grew up in Pasadena, California. It was here that Annie first began to understand the importance of family and developed the love and care that she shared with others throughout her life, both personally and professionally. She attended Creighton University in Omaha, Nebraska, where she met her betrothed and graduated in 1983 with a BS Degree in Nursing.

On June 2, 1984, Jim and Annie exchanged vows and began their journey as husband and wife. They embarked on the first of many adventures, moving to Boston, Mass., where Annie worked as a registered nurse while Jim attended Brandeis University. The couple continued their story as residents of a few other states, including Alabama, where their first son was born. Ultimately, Annie and Jim settled in Bucks County, Pennsylvania where they raised their sons, built lasting friendships, and have made countless memories over the last 30 years. 

 Annie’s favorite role was that of wife and her greatest treasure was her husband, Jim. He was her world and her rock, their lives and hearts intertwined to the point where it was simply understood that where one was, the other would be by their side. Together, they raised two incredible, hardworking sons. Spending time with Zack and Tim, taking them on various adventures around the world, and watching them grow into exceptional men made her proud and filled her heart with love. Her heart overflowed when a little girl by the name of Lily Ann bestowed the endearing title of grandma to Annie; a title that she cherished immensely. Her home quickly filled with photos of the blonde-haired beauty who had the ability to bring a smile to Annie’s face at any time of day.

Annie’s credo of love and care for others carried through her entire life. Her happiest moments were those surrounded by family, friends, and the friends that she transformed into family. Annie possessed the ability to not only make friends but form lasting friendships with all those who touched her life, because she touched their lives in such a truly special way. Distance meant nothing to Annie. She would travel, host, and attend gatherings to see those she loved, never taking an opportunity to connect for granted. She made wonderful memories for herself and others in the process. She lived, and will continue to live on, in the hearts of both young and old, earning the sweet nickname of Grannie Annie by the youngest of those hearts.

A quote that hangs in her home “life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain,” exemplified Annie’s battle with MS. Despite her suffering, Annie stayed upbeat and outwardly portrayed a positive outlook, always handling herself with grace. She never let the “storm” stop her, and her army of loved ones helped ensure that she continued to live her life completely and fully every step of the way, all while wearing her infectious smile.  

Other sides of Annie included a woman of faith, an avid reader, and a true dog lover. No home she ever lived in was complete without a lovable fur ball. She was a fan of all things Disney, but anyone that knew Annie knew that Eeyore was her ultimate favorite. Another favorite was her well known gesture of “flipping the bird”/the “Annie salute”, which was her signature move. It was always done with laughter, love, and just a tad of sarcasm. 

Annie will be deeply missed by everyone who was fortunate enough to have known her, but especially by her loving family. We know she will watch over us and keep us safe because that’s who Annie was.

Annie is survived by her husband James, children Zachary and his wife, Jennifer and their daughter, Lily; Timothy and his finance, Kelsey Werlinger; her father Roger J Clark; and siblings Roger (Opal), Matthew (Kathy), David (Tina), Denise (Rodger) and Patrice, as well as brothers in law Joseph (Anne), Matthew (Lucia), and Christopher (Cynthia).  She also leaves behind 7 nieces, 8 nephews, 4 grandnephews and 6 grandnieces.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made in the name of Annie’s Army to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, Greater Delaware Valley Chapter at 30 South 17^th Street Suite 800, Philadelphia PA 19103. https://secure.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/Walk/PAEWalkEvents?team_id=629403&pg=team&fr_id=31722

Due to the Covid-19 Pandemic, Funeral Services and Interment will be held privately.

The words that follow were written by Zachary, Annie's son, in remembrance of his mother. These words were shared at her Funeral Mass:

"Thank you for coming from all corners of the country. Today we come together not to mourn but to celebrate the life of Annie, just the way she would want. It was often joked that Annie was the favorite of the siblings, her parents, and her nieces/nephews. As you look around, you know it is hard to dispute that she was incredibly loved and touched the lives of many. Born as Carol Ann, her brother could never pronounce his “C’s” and Annie was born. We called her mom, my daughter and my friends’ children affectionately called her Grannie Annie, and everyone else knew her as Annie – to the point that some were incredibly confused when the name Carol was used.

We all have our favorite memories and stories of Mom, so please let me share some of mine with you.

Annie always had a quiet and unwavering strength and was incredibly selfless. She always put her husband, children, and family first. In 1988, about a year before I was born, Mom was diagnosed with MS. She took her disease head on and did not let it dictate her or our lives. When we were kids, she vowed to make sure we didn’t miss out on anything. This led to her “voluntelling” my father he would be the first male den leader in Pack 380’s history. With Dad at her side, we had the best cub scout experience you could ask for. She made sure we not only had fun, but made Dad’s den one of the most desired to be in. Only she could make you cool, Dad.

We all know Mom’s love for Disney almost rivaled her love for Dad and her kids. She shared her love with us by taking Tim and me several times over the years. However, our last trip together will be the most memorable. Mom got to take her granddaughter Lily and share Disney with her. I don’t think I remember the last time Mom smiled that much over the week we were together. She and Lily were almost inseparable, and Mom made sure Lily got to do everything she wanted – whether it was frozen, toy story, mickey and friends – Mom made sure it was on the schedule. In every picture of Lily and Mom they were smiling and sticking out their tongues, making memories for a lifetime.

Mom was always very proud of Tim and me. Not only would she tell us that frequently, she enjoyed to tell everyone of our accomplishments. However, her favorite stories to tell were ones where her sons were being not so bright. For example, when she took us on an Alaskan cruise. All Mom wanted to do was take a helicopter ride to a glacier. We found a company that would be able to take Mom in the helicopter and Dad made sure her dream became a reality. When we got to the glacier Mom stayed in the helicopter while Dad, Tim and I explored. Now while she did not witness the following events, she sure tells the story like she was right there. While exploring we found a stream on the glacier and I put my hand in it with the response “That’s cold” and my younger brother, in one of his finer moments, had to check to make sure I wasn’t wrong. My father, with picture evidence, walked back to the helicopter, and tells my mother this story. Her response was “wow, I thought you two were smart”. But, in typical Mom fashion she said it with a smile.

On her worst days she would hide from Tim and me so she wouldn’t bring us down. I guess it’s a good thing Tim and I had the great trait of defying our parents at times – and there wasn’t anything we wouldn’t do to make her smile. To Dad’s dismay this turned into wheelchair races around the kitchen, in the new house, and scuffs and scratches on his newly painted walls. But Mom was laughing and smiling; so we took our scolding with mom while trying not to laugh. Needless to say, a new tradition was born much to Dad’s disapproval.

My favorite memory with Mom was at my wedding in 2015. Leading up to the event, Jen and I discussed for months trying to figure out how best to do the mother-son dance and we finally came up with the idea of using a rolling stool, thanks to a friend who was a dance instructor. Mom was worried that I wouldn’t have the dance she said I deserved and even suggested that she should have a stand in. I assured her that we had everything figured out and she only needed to show up on the dance floor. When it was time for the dance we got out to the dance floor and the hidden stool was rolled out. I sat down, our song came on and I told her she was the lead and I would hold onto her and dance. I don’t believe I have ever seen her laugh and smile so much. When we were done, still laughing, we looked around and there was not a dry eye in the house. Needless to say, Mom stole the show at our wedding.

Over the last few years, Mom’s disease progressed, but her fire was not diminished. While she was still quiet, her quips from left field remained strong. These brutal jokes came quick and then she went on with her day as if nothing happened, while everyone else within earshot was laughing or in shock of what came out of mom’s mouth. While I cannot repeat any of these jokes in church, every Clark, Weber, and family friend can attest we have all be burned severely. She will be happy to know her daughter-in-laws are starting to pick up the slack since we all know her husband and sons do not have an ounce of sarcasm in them.

Mom was also incredibly supportive. She was always there for me on my good days and bad days. Every day on my way into a call shift or on my way home after a particularly rough night running the ICU, she was my first phone call. She would let me vent or talk through the events in the unit and give the insight of a nurse and help me process difficult events. And at the end she always told me that I was doing a great job and that my patients were lucky to have me – even when it didn’t feel that way. I will certainly miss those conversations and much needed sounding board.

We all have stories that will keep her memory alive in our hearts for a lifetime. I will smile every time I see Eeyore, plan a vacation, or think of a sarcastic quip. Mom, thank you for teaching us all what unconditional love and true strength is, and how to live life to its fullest. I know I will miss you every day, but you will be by my side whenever I need you. But I also know that you are now free from the pain you felt every moment and you will be able to run with Jessica again and Taylor for the first time. Rest in peace Mother, I love you."

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