Weston David Cook

Weston David Cook had an eye and a heart for a good story. Born on May 13, 1985, in Fountain Green, Utah, he was the fourth child in a lively and loving family. Content in the sweet chaos of middle-child life, he was deeply loved by his siblings, each of whom would likely claim him as their favorite friend. Weston was happiest surrounded by family. He possessed a wonderful sense of humor and a laugh that filled the house, yet the word most often used to describe him was simple: kind. A natural peacemaker who disliked tension, he had a way of making things lighter for those around him, often with a perfectly placed joke that left everyone laughing.

Weston served a two-year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Brisbane, Australia. He returned home with stories, perspective, and for a brief but memorable time, a lingering Australian accent. After his mission, he attended Snow College in Ephraim, Utah, where he met the love of his life, Bexi, known to most as Becky Joy Doria. They quickly fell in love and were sealed in the Salt Lake City Utah Temple in 2009.

Service was woven into who Weston was. He showed up, he helped, and he said yes. Family and coworkers described him as a wonderful helper and a hard worker. At home, he was steady and devoted. He put his children—affectionately known as “the little weasels” or “little devils”—to bed each night, often tucking his girls in with his favorite rock songs instead of lullabies. He loved what Becky called his “banging music,” joined her in the kitchen without being asked, and would quickly take over making dinner. He loved his children fiercely and coached soccer for many seasons with enthusiasm and patience. Competitive yet playful, he was often right in the middle of games as if he were one of the kids.

Weston was respected by his coworkers because he treated everyone with acceptance and without judgment. He supported the people he loved in all their pursuits without criticism and accepted everyone for who they were. He was good at nearly everything he tried. He loved writing and photography, blessing friends and family with stories laced with dry humor. Detail-oriented and precise, he delighted in choosing the perfect gift and surprising Becky with her favorite treats. An armchair Jeopardy champion, he carried an astonishing range of facts in his mind. He also had a breakout role in the Emery County Community Theater production of “Annie,” playing the gruff Daddy Warbucks while becoming a favorite of the children playing the orphans.

Behind his humor, kindness, and laughter, Weston quietly carried a heavy burden. He struggled for many years with significant mental health challenges. He fought hard, longer and more bravely than many knew, and this struggle is what has taken him from us. We share this not to define him by his death, but to speak honestly about the reality of his struggle. Mental illness is real, powerful, and often invisible. We are profoundly grateful for the years we had with him and for the strength he showed in staying with us as long as he did.

Weston was so much more than the pain he endured. He was kindness, wit, loyalty, playfulness, and love. He was a devoted husband, a tender father, a cherished son and brother. He is survived by his wife Becky Cook and their five children, Sage, Reuben, Otis, Sophie, and Brynnli, his parents Dwight and Patti Cook, and his six siblings. We will miss his stories, his laugh, his ready “yes,” and the steady goodness he brought into our lives.