Alan David Clark
November 17, 1945 - January 5, 2014
Obituary
Dave Clark of Federal Way, Washington, known for his humor, soft heart and complete love and loyalty of his family, died on Sunday January 5, 2014 surrounded by his wife and children.
Dave is survived by his wife Marsha, of 42 years, his children, Stephanie Werner and her husband Cooper, and Matthew Clark, his four grandchildren, Jackson, Mackenzie, Grace, and Grady, and his sister Julie Clark Bowman.
Dave was born November 17, 1945, in Hayward, California and graduated from Castro Valley High School in 1963. He served in the Army Reserves for two years after graduation. He has lived in Federal Way, Washington for 36 years.
Dave and Marsha enjoyed trips to Cannon Beach and the wine country. He was an avid auto racing fan and enjoyed many years of radio control racing as well.
Remembrances in Dave’s name may be made to the children’s charity of your choice.
David,
You have been blessed with so many Angels in your life and further blessed with so many in your passing. I will miss you and see you again someday. Love to Mom and Dad…Love your Sis
We have been so privileged in knowing Dave and enjoying good family times with him and his family. “Soft hearted” is a good phrase to describe him. He is greatly missed but his presence, love and good humor live on in his children and his grandchildren. He was instrumental in teaching his grandchildren to love and enjoy life. They will always have and treasure his hugs and kisses which will continue to be given by their sweet grandmother, Marsha.
Dave was a great friend. His love of family, friends, pets, auto racing and wine will be warmly remembered and deeply missed.
Our deepest condolences to Marsha, Stephanie and Mathew and their families. It’s been many years since we had some wine with Dave and watch him burn some chicken on the BBQ. We have fond memories of his laughter and kindness.
I have many fond memories of Dave from my experience with him in a mutual interest we had, radio control racing cars. I wish him peace now and will carry those memories with me for the rest of my days until we meet again.
Farewell to you Dave, you will be missed
~Stew~
To Marsha and family, our prayers go out to you at the loss of Dave. I had the pleasure of working with him for over ten years when he was at Nwhs.
we had similar back gorunds in customer service and sales, and he was a hoot to go on the road with. I miss his laughter and jokes at the work place. We counted a lot of parts togeather over the years. Fond memories for sure. R.I.P.Dave.
We are devastated and heartbroken to hear that Dave has passed away and our thoughts and prayers go out for him and his family..
We enjoyed our relationship with him on both a personal and professional level, and he was a kind and honorable man who loved family above all else.
We met Dave through RC model cars, and kept in regular contact due to our mutual interest in “real” auto racing, especially historic Can-Am sports cars.
We will always have fond memories of him as a good friend.
Marsha, you and the family are in our hearts and our prayers. Dave was one of the finest men I had the pleasure of knowing and working with for many, many years. He will be greatly missed by all those who knew him…R.I.P. Dave
I have known you since I was 5 years old, God Speed David.
I know yo’re up in heaven with your mom and dad. By the way
remember Laguna Seca !
Love Denise.
When thinking of my wonderful brother-in-law Dave, the first words that come to mind are kind, funny and love of family. When thinking of the relationship he had with my wonderful sister Marsha, the first words that come to mind are unconditional love and respect.
Since we live in different states, our visits were not near as often as we would have liked, but Dave & Marsha always made them so special and fun and Steve & I always looked forward to the time we got to spend with them.
We love you both so much and will miss Dave terribly. Dave, you will always be in our hearts.
If they judge a man by the number of people that come out to say goodbye at the time of his passing, you should know that room was PACKED!! While I never told you this until I whispered it to you in the hospital, you really were my best friend. It’s funny that I didn’t even realize it myself until there was no guarantee that you could hear me say it. I miss you. I had my first real moment of realizing you were gone when I was in Hawaii on a balcony and thought “I should call Dad right now”…quickly realizing that I couldn’t. Little by little I am noticing all the holes that remain after your passing…no more voice mails saying “call your father sometime” or emails in all CAPS. Up until recently, I’ve struggled with why I wasn’t sad enough or how I was holding it together…that certainly isn’t a problem as of late. Helping Mom go through your stuff has given me even more insight into who you really were, I wish I’d asked you more when I had the chance. Gracie misses Grandpa, she says it almost every time I have her. Don’t worry about Mom, we’re taking care of her for you. I love you and I miss you so much. While I don’t want to, I have to let you go, but I promise I’ll talk to you every day. Rest in Peace, Dad, the world is truly lucky to have known such a great man ;).
I have grown up and lived in the neighborhood with the Clarks for 30 years. Our house looks down the road at theirs, and it was the normal thing to look out the window and see Dave washing the cars or doing something in the garage; he was a staple in the neighborhood.
I first really met him about 10 years ago when I built a Cobra replica, and he showed up in my garage with a photo of him at the race track in the 60’s. He was so excited to share his experiences and one of his true interests from a time past. That turned into a common event, and I thoroughly enjoyed talking with him when he would anxiously come over bringing pictures that he found in the garage, or sharing stories of racing and cars when I’d stop by while out walking the dog. My wife would chastise me for getting too wrapped up in car talk while we were out for an evening walk.
Our conversations were a glimpse into who he was and how he enjoyed things in life, and won’t be forgotten. To look out the window and not see the familiar sight of him tinkering in the garage reminds me the street has lost something significant, and hope his family knows that his genuine personality and many years of stories and memories extended beyond his front door, and brought joy to everyone he knew… Even just a neighbor down the street.