Saturday, August 3, 2019
It was April, 1967, when I entered Mrs. Patrick’s third grade classroom at Grandview School on my first harrowing day, having just moved to the countryside of North Caldwell from the metropolis of Montclair. To this very day, I can recall her classroom’s layout, feeling so awkward, and just terrified being the “new kid.” What I also recall that day was meeting three little girls, who would instantly become life-long friends, who sat together at the group table across from mine, Karen Schaefer, Rori Glover, and Stacy Weber, and who were kind, and good, and made me feel welcome.
Stacy was one of those kids who belonged in a “Stand by Me” (or today “Stranger Things”) movie. She would have to be the “good one.” The one with the kindest soul, quickest smile, sound moral compass, and bright eyes that could light up the room. She would be the one that the rest would take for granted in the adventure, but when needed, just a look, a word, an action from her would right the ship and re-set the sails.
Stacy Weber became a nurse. Of course she did, she’d have to wait a bit for her wings. She chose the perfect profession to complement her giving soul. If there is one thing I would like her children and grandchild to know of her, it is that Stacy’s “goodness” was all that and more. From grandmother, mother, sister, and friend (even to the “new, awkward 9 year old kid”), Stacy Weber’s warm and giving soul was a gift from God. I am truly saddened by her passing; and yet, find some solace in knowing that she got her wings.
