DAVID A. WEBER

To the Weber Family: I knew them, when! When I used to be the scruffy tom-boy nextdoor, on 98th Street, and I drove Dale and David crazy with my antics. When we used to play kick the can and hide in Mr. Proud's back yard...oh, my, Mr Proud would get mad at us! When the kids my age, alll boys I might add, used to sit and play cards, usually Rummy, by the hour at a picnic table in our back yard. This is one of those "mixed emotion" events we all face. So sad that they are gone but so happy...

Dale & Fred,
My family and I would like to send our sympathies. Please let us know if you need anything. ~Stacie Scheimann & Family

Dear Fred, Dale, Brooke and all,
Our deepest sincerest sympathies are
sent to you all on the death of your Father, David. I was George's first
wife and knew both of you when you were very young. Your Mother was a friend of mine when I lived in Cleveland.
I knew that David and George remained friends over the years and he was supposed to come to my Son Marc's...

Rest in Peace Mr.Weber. The Holiday and birthday celebrations won't be the same without you. You will be missed.

Dear Dave, It was so nice meeting you and having you as part of our family for the past several years. I am so glad I got to share Brooke with you, and she loves you so very much... You will be missed... Love, Alisha