Aaron Jones
November 28, 1950 - June 12, 2023
Aaron passed peacefully on June 12, 2023, after a long battle with cancer.
He is survived by his brother Gerard, his niece Cynthia and his partner Maria.
He was an enthusiastic hiker and traveler. He loved the outdoors, and was active in the Wasatch Mountain Club and the Sierra Club, making frequent trips with new and old friends from both clubs. He was also a voracious learner, taking numerous courses at the U of U Department of Continuing Education.
We are thankful to the nurses and staff of Bristol Hospice and Highland Care Center for their efforts to make his last weeks tranquil and pain-free.
A Celebration of Aaron’s life will be held on Monday, June 26, from 6-8 pm at Starks Funeral Parlor, 3651 S 900 E. Please come to share your memories of Aaron. For extra details, visit the website: www.starksfuneral.com/obituaries.
In Loving Memory
I knew Aaron when we both worked at Technicolor in the early 1970s. They were menial jobs and Aaron always had a smile on his face and nice things to say. I remember he'd like McDonald's and would love a big Mac with fries. He was really smart and, could always make you think about something you never thought was important. I'm sorry to hear he was ill but I know he had a good and fruitful life and made lots of friends. May he rest in peace
Craig Hansen
Murray, Ut
I give my tribute to one of the finest people I have known: Arron Jones. He was kind, knowledgeable, and unassuming. My sincere condolences, Carol D. Anderson
Carol D. Anderson
Salt Lake City, Utah 84105, Ut
I give my tribute to one of the finest people I have known: Arron Jones. He was kind, knowledgeable, and unassuming. My sincere condolences, Carol D. Anderson
Carol D. Anderson
Salt Lake City, Utah 84105, Ut
Aaron Jones sought out adventure in life. He cared about social justice and environmental protection. Aaron volunteered for the Sierra Club, led hikes for the Wasatch Mountain Club and went on Audubon expeditions. Having a Masters Degree, he wanted to share his knowledge and taught for sometime at the University of Phoenix. He was very fortunate to have had a brother like Gerard and a pardner like Maria. The first time that I saw Aaron's red-orange hair and bright smile was more than forty years ago when he came to the Wasatch Mountain Club social that I was hosting at my apartment. After becoming acquired, we went on many adventures. He was patient as I did my best to keep up with his longer stride while hiking to the top of Mount Olympus or to some lost lake in the high Uintas. The guy was willing to follow my instructions as we paddled down a river. We also helped each other to deal with a few of life's very difficult situations. Aaron and I not only hiked through beautiful scenery but also to places like Keet Seel, an ancient Pueblo ruins. We ran like frightened school boys when chased by a skunk while looking at gorgeous Arizona desert. An Apache elder offered to teach us the steps to the dance at a Coming of Age ceremony. I paid my way when Aaron invited me to travel with him to the Caribbean. He and I listened to marvelous symphonies and walked in to slizzy bars together. There's a framed photo of a doe and her fawn staring back at my camera. I shot the photo while venturing through Oregon with Aaron. I had planned to give a copy of it to the guy and am so sad that I can't. Aaron and I had only a few contacts in the last two years, so I will always regret that I was not aware that he was declining in this way. Would have been there. Miss you, man.
Keith Johnson
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