To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.
Cody Barron was first, a son—born on January 3, 1964, in an elevator in Washington, D.C. He spent his school years in Missouri with his mother and summers up north with his dad in Libertyville, Illinois. On April 12, 2025, surrounded by his family, Cody passed away due to complications following a surgery.
He was second, a husband. On a seemingly ordinary summer evening at Taco Bell in Joplin, Missouri, he met the love of his life, Mary. That chance meeting turned into a lifelong partnership, and on November 28, 1987, they were married in Joplin, Missouri. Theirs was a love rooted in friendship, laughter, and unwavering loyalty.
Cody was third, a father. When Brent arrived on March 10, 1988, and Kasarah on June 8, 1990, Cody’s world shifted. His children became his greatest purpose. He taught them what it meant to be patient, loyal, hardworking, respectful, kind, and compassionate. He found his greatest joy and purpose in being an amazing dad. He was steady, present, and full of quiet wisdom.
And most importantly, Cody was a PapPap. His heart expanded even more with the arrival of his grandchildren: Enzo, Chipper, Juniper, and Nina. He adored them beyond measure. Whether he was teaching them about trains and cars, cracking silly jokes, sharing his love of music, or simply soaking in the little moments—being PapPap was the role that lit him up from the inside.
Cody wore many hats throughout his life—draftsman, manager, salesman, boilermaker/welder/inspector—but he was never defined by a job title. He was defined by his passion, his creativity, and his deep love for people. He was a woodsman and a fisherman, a guitar player and a thinker. He found peace in his shop, joy in casting a line beside his son, and pure delight in making his grandkids laugh. Cody lived in what can only be described as organized chaos—he had many things, but somehow always knew exactly where everything was. He loved a good project—thinking about it, sketching it out, building it with care and grit. He had a vision for everything, and if you didn’t agree with his method, well... that was too bad. Cody did
Cody was third, a father. When Brent arrived on March 10, 1988, and Kasarah on June 8, 1990, Cody’s world shifted. His children became his greatest purpose. He taught them what it meant to be patient, loyal, hardworking, respectful, kind, and compassionate. He found his greatest joy and purpose in being an amazing dad. He was steady, present, and full of quiet wisdom.
And most importantly, Cody was a PapPap. His heart expanded even more with the arrival of his grandchildren: Enzo, Chipper, Juniper, and Nina. He adored them beyond measure. Whether he was teaching them about trains and cars, cracking silly jokes, sharing his love of music, or simply soaking in the little moments—being PapPap was the role that lit him up from the inside.
Cody wore many hats throughout his life—draftsman, manager, salesman, boilermaker/welder/inspector—but he was never defined by a job title. He was defined by his passion, his creativity, and his deep love for people. He was a woodsman and a fisherman, a guitar player and a thinker. He found peace in his shop, joy in casting a line beside his son, and pure delight in making his grandkids laugh. Cody lived in what can only be described as organized chaos—he had many things, but somehow always knew exactly where everything was. He loved a good project—thinking about it, sketching it out, building it with care and grit. He had a vision for everything, and if you didn’t agree with his method, well... that was too bad. Cody did
things his way, with confidence, precision, and a little bit of stubborn charm. He was spiritual, curious about the world, and always had the news on—because he cared about understanding the changes around him.
If you didn’t know Cody, chances are you would’ve eventually—he had that kind of presence. Honest, approachable, and deeply authentic.
He is survived by his wife of 37 years, Mary; his children, Brent and his wife, Carolina, and Kasarah and her husband, Dakota; his beloved grandchildren, Enzo, Chipper, Juniper, and Nina; and his brother, Randy and family. He joins in peace his mother, Dyann; his father, Terry; and his stepfather, Harold.
A Celebration of Cody’s Life will be held on May 3, 2025 at 2:00 p.m. at Wellspring Church in Webb City, Missouri. All are welcome to join in remembering the man who lived fully, loved fiercely, and left a mark that will not fade.
In lieu of flowers, the family kindly requests donations be made to the grandchildren’s future. Contributions can be sent via Venmo to Mary Barron (@Mary-Barron-2).
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