Kennith Wayne Cornelius

Amarillo, Texas- Kennith W. Cornelius, 69, of Amarillo, Texas and formally of Pocatello, Idaho, passed away January 30, 2012 in Amarillo, Texas. He was born January 17, 1943 in Clovis, New Mexico the son of Harvey Joe and Lavon Burge Cornelius.

He attended school in New Mexico and Texas. He joined the Navy in 1960 at the age of 17 and served on the U.S.S. Hornet for four years. He married Theresa "Terrye" Kuntz on January 16, 1964 in Pasadena, California. They moved to Texas, then later moved to Washington. Then eventually making their home in Pocatello in 1977.

In his younger years, he loved spending all his time with his Grandma and Grandpa Burge who he adored. He was a diesel Mechanic. He worked for Kenworth and Western State. He owned and operated Kens Diesel in Firth, Idaho . He enjoyed camping, fishing, hunting, and water skiing. He greatly enjoyed exploring all the outdoors had to offer. He was a member of the Southern Baptist Church.

Kennith and Terrye were later divorced. Some years later he moved back to Texas. He married Keteth "Kay" Weldon.

He is survived by his wife, Kay Weldon, Amarillo, Texas; his mother, Lavon Cornelius, Amarillo, Texas; a son, Jason Cornelius, Pocatello; two daughters, Amie (David) Johnston, Chubbuck, Idaho; Tammy Warren, Bangkok, Thailand; a brother, David (Ginger) Cornelius, Amarillo, Texas; eight grandchildren, Matt Crist, Stephanie Crist, Alexis Cornelius, Preston Humphries, Paige Humphries, Holden Humphries, Mason Cornelius, Chloe Johnston; He was preceded in death by his father, Harvey Joe Cornelius.

Funeral services were held Saturday, February 2, 2012 at 11:00 a.m. at Memory Gardens Cemetery Mausoleum in Amarillo, Texas. Funeral services were under the care of Cox Funeral Home. Online condolence may be sent to the family at www.manningwheatleyfuneralchapel.com

Do Not stand at my grave and weep - I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star light at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep- I am not there, I do not sleep.