Tyson Joseph Weyerman

Tyson Joseph Weyerman, a beloved son and brother who embodied a fighter's indomitable spirit, passed away on August 16th, 2025. He was caring, generous, and lived each day with a grateful heart and humorous attitude toward life. Born November 9th, 1990, in Provo Utah. His parents Andrea and Joseph Hans Weyerman. He was diagnosed with Hajdu Cheney Syndrome (HCS) at ten years old, a disease that posed many challenges which Tyson handled with grace and a "You can't knock me down,"/"Screw HSC" attitude. It was a literal lifelong battle, but he is now at peace. Tyson leveled up at the young age of 34 in Spring, Texas while being comforted by his mother, Andrea, and younger sister Allison.

He was preceded in death by his Grandpa Joseph J. Weyerman Sr. He is remembered by his mother Andrea Thomas (Terry Thomas) who inspired Tyson to say, "Life is too damn short and we have the best mom in the world"; siblings; sisters Laura, Amelia (Josh), Andelyn (Michael), Chelsey, Josey, and Allison (Andrew), brother Barron; nieces Jocelyn, Kayla, Isabella, Brenlyn and Brooklyn; and nephews Brayden and Benson.

Tyson filled his days with video games, movies, trying out new recipes; learning Japanese cuisine, time with his family, and tinkering on cars. He also admired and had a deep love and respect for those that served his country. Having got to spend some time in Japan was a big highlight of his life; he had many fond memories of his adventures there. When his health took a downturn, he began tinkering on his house instead, making it a utopia.

Growing up, Tyson was always up to something: building bombs in the backyard and chucking them into a bonfire, playing cow patty frisbee, being a worm in his neighbor's alfalfa field with cousins, enjoying nature by hiking on mountains and fishing in grandpa's ponds, building with LEGOS all summer long, dressing up with his sisters, make believing with Janeal, playing a coveted 007 Nintendo 64 video game that his mother didn't approve of, slicing his knee wide open while sliding into Steinaker Lake, and climbing the apple tree in the backyard and the neighbor's oak tree that had a blackberry vine growing on it. Whatever fun activity was happening, Tyson was there having a grand ol' time with his cousins, family, and close childhood friends.

Tyson had an enviable talent when it came to discipline. He always woke up when he said he would. How else would he watch a futuristic show that only came on at 6 in the morning? Sometimes his mother and sister, Andelyn, would join in before the morning bus. He was always prepared for the day. When the bus came, he could grab his backpack and go.

From those morning shows, Tyson's love for sci-fi soon evolved into watching the 80's and 90's Gundam shows. The idea of large machine suits making ordinary human pilots super strong in order to save the world gave Tyson strength and hope.

By the time Halo games came out, Tyson had recruited his sister, Chelsey, and they often played for hours into the night. Ironman was soon brought to the big screen and, with him, a new inspiration for Tyson to create his own mech suit. With encouragement from his sisters, Tyson began drawing and was soon able to create his own designs.

Tyson lived by his own motto: "If you have a dream, get it done. NOW." and followed his passion for machinery by graduating from UTI. To no one's surprise, he soon became a car mechanic. Spent many years working on BMWs and enjoyed working on cars. He admired the craftsmanship of the car and the ingenuity of German engineering. He loved his work, but the strenuous movements and effort took a toll on his body.

Over the last two and a half years, Tyson had a difficult time dealing with HCS issues and chronic pain levels that never seemed to ease. These excruciating issues eventually became insurmountable for one person to handle.

Tyson will be remembered by his family and friends who loved him for who he was; a son, a brother, and someone not afraid to awkwardly hip thrust his way through life.