Curtis Sherman Clay, 82, of Sumerco went to be with the Lord on Monday, February 12, 2018 at Cabell Huntington Hospital. He was surrounded by his family whom he loved very much.
He was saved and became a Christian at the age of 76. He was a member of Cobbs Creek Missionary Baptist Church where he attended faithfully until his health declined.
Curtis was born the eighth of thirteen children on March 3, 1935 to the late Sumner and Mamie Kessinger Clay of Oakridge Drive, Charleston.
Curtis served his country in the U. S. Army for two years. He worked at Kanawha Manufacturing in Charleston and upon retirement, he enjoyed many hours in his workshop creating beautiful cabinets and many other woodcrafts.
In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by nine sisters and two brothers with one surviving sister, Anna Rollyson.
Left to cherish his memory are his wife of 56 years, Phyllis; children, Mary Cummings, Richard (Beverly) Clay, Missy Clay and Susan (Noel) Braley; grandchildren, Tommy, Emily and Andrew; great-grandchildren, Jackson, Annie, Josh and Lucy; and many nieces and nephews.
Service will be held at 2:00 p.m. Friday, February 16th at Curry Funeral Home in Alum Creek with Pastors Clyde Gwin and Robert “Butch” Leadman officiating. Visitation will be one hour prior to the service. He will be laid to rest at Orchard Hills Memory Gardens in Yawkey.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, PO Box 50, Memphis, TN 38101.
Missy and family,
So very sorry for this great loss to your lives! May God comfort you as only He can. Love, hugs, and prayers.
Missy and family,
So very sorry for this great loss to your lives! May God comfort you as only He can. Love and hugs.
Phyllis we were so sorry to hear of Curtis death.If we can do anything to help
Just let us know Love and prayers.
So very sorry. You are all in my prayers at this very difficult time.
So sad ,he will be mised,
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, for I am not there, I did not die.
So sorry for your great loss, your cousin, April Clay