Robert Wiley Cook

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

ROBERT "BOB" WILEY COOK

August 20, 1938 - September 10, 2026

Dad • Grandpa

Shortly after 9 o'clock on Thursday morning, September 10, 2026, our daddy, Robert Wiley Cook-Bob to most and Dad and Grandpa to those of us who loved him most-took his final breath.

He was relieved of his suffering, healed, and opened those beautiful blue eyes in the glory and presence of the Lord. We are certain, he broke into that big, mischievous smile, with that familiar Cook twinkle in his eye, and started strolling all over heaven beside his Sue, catching her up on everything she's missed this past year.

Bob came into this world in about as humble a fashion as you can imagine. He was born August 20, 1938, in the back room of a drugstore in Coldwater, Kansas, weighing just 5 pounds, 5 ounces. He was the son of Roy Wade and Wilma Cook. That little 5-pound-5- ounce baby boy went on to live 88 wonderful years and leave a whole lot of love behind.

Dad worked hard all his life. He worked as an auditor for several Departments of the United States Federal Government and earned many distinguished awards during his years of service. After retiring from the government he became a part-time accounting professor and continued his work as an independent CPA.

But as proud as we are of all he accomplished in his career, his greatest work was always his family.

The "Grand Adventures of Bob and Sue" began as a blind date on New Year's Eve in 1966, arranged by his sister Susie. That blind date turned into 59 years of marriage, a family, and a lifetime full of adventures, laughter, and love. He missed his Sue terribly this past year. "The loss was heavy," as he said.

Dad was one of those people who made everybody feel welcome. He was gentle, kind, and steady. Dad was the sweetest man you'd ever know, and that pretty well sums him up. He took good care of his girls, Tonia and Teresa. He loved his family fiercely, even if he didn't always make a big production of it. He was always there, always listening, and always ready with a little advice.

His advice was simple. Every morning we woke up to:"Rise and shine!" And every now and then, usually after we'd been riding in the car a little too long, we would hear: "Quit your bitchin!"That was about as strong as Dad ever got with us. And honestly, those two phrases turned out to be some pretty darn good life advice.

Dad loved to laugh. He had a child's heart and never really lost that sense of fun. He loved Christmas. He loved the excitement, the traditions, the candy, and all the magic of it. Dad loved Braum's hot fudge sundaes, butter pecan ice cream, and chocolate shakes. He loved Betsy Brown chocolate cake with nuts and Mom's chocolate pie and fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy. You know, he had a sweet tooth! He loved homemade plum jelly, Dixie's sweet pickles, and making all kinds of Christmas candies. And he made the best chili on a cold evening. That chili will be missed.

Dad loved country music, our first concert was Kenny and Dolly. He told us that Willie Nelson's "You Were Always on My Mind" was a song he always liked, so we're going to work that in. He also loved Little Jimmy Dickens and "May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose." That one may be a little harder to work into a funeral, so y'all just look it up yourselves. That was Dad. Tender-hearted, funny, a little mischievous, and never too serious.

More than anything in this world, Dad loved his seven grandchildren. Trey, Bob, Charlie, Jack Britton, Katie, Gillie, and Trip Wood.They were his pride and joy. He loved playing with them when they were little, watching them grow, watching them play their games, seeing their talents, cheering them on at school, and celebrating every success. They kept him young at heart, and he loved nothing more than making them laugh.He also enjoyed meeting their girlfriends and boyfriends and welcoming them into the family. One of his proudest moments this past summer was witnessing Charlie and Maycee's wedding in July. Dad looked so handsome in his blue suit, and he wanted to be dressed just like the groomsmen. We're so thankful he got to be there.

Dad and Mom lived in the Tulsa area for more than 40 years before moving to Granbury, TX in 2012 to be closer to his grandchildren and his girls. He served as a deacon at First United Christian Church of Norman and was a member of First Baptist Church of Jenks while they lived in Tulsa. He also briefly served in the Army Reserve.

Dad was preceded in death by his loving wife of 59 years, Carolyn Sue Cook; their infant son, Todd Lee Cook; and his brothers, Bill Cook and Roy Wade Cook (Pete), Brother-in-laws Kenneth Byers, Gary Harris, and Don Burleson, Sister in law Loretta Burleson, niece Kim Cook Botts, nephews Dale Byers, and Dale Cook.

He leaves behind his daughters, Tonia Britton and her husband, Britt, and Teresa Wood and her husband, Albin; his sisters, Dixie Byers and Susie Harris; his seven grandchildren, Trey, Bob, Charlie, Jack Britton, Katie, Gillie, and Trip Wood; Charlie's wife, Maycee; and many greatly loved nieces, nephews, and extended family members.

There are not words big enough for the hole Dad leaves behind. Our hearts ache, and the tears keep coming. But underneath the grief is something even bigger; gratitude. Gratitude for 88 wonderful years. Gratitude for a life filled with love. Gratitude for laughter, stories, advice, Christmas candy, cold-weather chili, blue eyes with that twinkle and that mischievous smile. Gratitude for a father who loved his girls, a grandfather who adored his grandchildren, and a husband who spent 59 years loving his Sue.

Most deeply, we will miss one simple, frequent conversation:

"I love you, Dad."

" LOVE YOU TOO, HONEY.

MEMORIAL SERVICES

Viewing

Friday, September 18

Integrity Funeral Home

Henryetta, Oklahoma

Funeral Service

Saturday, September 19 First Church of the Nazarene

Henryetta, Oklahoma

10:30 a.m.

Burial

Hanna Cemetery

Family luncheon to follow.