Marilyn Kay Cook, age 84, died peacefully on Friday, November 4, 2022 in her home with her devoted husband by her side.
Marilyn was a loving mother and wife. She is survived by her husband David G. Cook; son James Cook; daughter and son-in-law Melissa Deaton Cook and Mike Deaton; and brother Jerry Burt and family. She is also survived by her beloved scruffy dog Yukie.
Marilyn was a strong and adventurous person. She was an artist, poet, musician, missionary, farmer’s wife, and nurse. She loved flowers, pets, and people. Marilyn was born on April 5, 1938, in Flint, MI to Hazen and Juanita Burt. She grew up in Clio MI. During high school she was active in leadership and creativity. She graduated in 1957 from Clio High School where she was a Clionian staff, a member of the Glee Club, the choral ensemble, Y-Teens, Y-Teens cabinet, and the art editor for the school paper. After graduating from high school, Marilyn went on to become a nurse.
On July 29, 1961, Marilyn married David G. Cook. They were married for 62 years. After marriage she continued nursing, moved to a farm in central Michigan, and then eventually traveled to Lynchburg, VA to support her husband as he studied for the ministry.
In the 1980’s she moved to Yucatan, Mexico with her family where she lived for 30 years working with women, children, and families as a missionary wife. She led Sunday schools, vacation Bible schools, Women’s groups, Christmas and Easter pageants, and many other things. She shared her love of music with the people and taught them to sing as a choir. In 2007 Marilyn returned to Lynchburg VA, where she continued to care for others and express herself creatively.
Marilyn was an exemplary woman who loved the Lord. She loved to travel, learn new things, and explore new places. One of her favorite travels to tell about was her visit to her ancestry home on Orkney Island in Scotland, where she met distant relatives. She loved the island puffins. Marilyn enjoyed painting, jewelry making, crafting, writing poetry, and many other things. Most of all Marilyn loved her Lord, family, and many pets.
A short viewing and ceremony will take place Wednesday, November 9, 2022 at 1p.m. at Tharp Funeral Home at 220 Breezwood Drive, in Lynchburg, VA. Marilyn Kay Cook will be laid to rest in Clearview Baptist Cemetery.
Below are samples of Marilyn’s poetry and artwork.
Let us not get weary in doing well
The reward will someday be great
When we enter into his abode
He’ll say well done.
When we enter Heaven’s gate
Then at his fee our crowns we’ll cast
For doing his will until the last
So don’t get weary in well doing
the benefits of eternity will hold fast
What is beauty I ask,
The ability to do a simple task,
What is beauty to me,
What I behold, what sets me free.
What is beauty to God,
When we walk each day in his steps, we have trod.
What is beauty to a mom,
Children obedient, willing, and calm.
What is beauty to a dad,
Sons and daughters who make him glad
Beauty is to the beholder,
Many different things.
Behold the way, the truth, the life,
that Heaven’s angels sing.
Thank You Lord
Thank you Lord for little things
For a heart full of joy that can praise you
For buds to taste the food you give
For eyes to see the wonder of your love
For lips to praise you all the day
The blessings you give from above
For ears that can hear a melody
And sound to understand the precious word
For hands that labor day by day
Without them naught could we serve.
For feet that carry us to and frow
That the message of love we can tell
For bodies strong and others weak
You made us so, with you we can dwell
Thank you Lord for everything, Thank you Lord
Leaves are falling everywhere
In brilliant colors grand
Red and yellow, rust and brown
They are the work of God’s own hand
Lazily quietly tumbling down
On a beautiful Autumn day
Telling the world that very soon
Winter will be on its way
The smell of burning leaves
The taste of pumpkin pie
Soon it will be Thanksgiving
Good fellowship with family
Talk of years gone by
The frost is on the pumpkin
Soon the ground will have a coat of snow
Inside smells of homemade bread and soup
The warmth of a fireplace all aglow
How could anyone say there is no God
When everywhere his evidence can bring
the fact that God is the only one who made everything