Saddened to hear of Chris' passing .. we went to high school together and worked together in LTC for a year or so out of high school. Over the years I would bump into Chris occasionally down at Extra Foods and chat about the old days. I knew the entire Cornish family well, having worked with Glenda at Grandview for many years and also making the odd trip in the spring out to the Cornish farm to see Terry and get a load of sheep shit to spread on my garden :) I'm grateful in this difficult time that Chris is reunited with such awesome parents. I haven't seen Shannon in a few years and I'm sorry I wasn't able to make it to Chris' memorial in Cardston on the 2nd, but my thoughts are with you Shannon and your family.

Respectfully,

Duane Jasperson

Shannon I am so sorry for your loss. I have so many good memories of Chris. I first got to know him when he worked at IGA as a High School student. He was a nut...full of fun. Over the years, he always came into to the IGA to say "Hi" to me, to see how I was doing. He was a dear friend. Through Chris, I got to know your mom & dad. Good memories there too. I last saw Chris this past spring. He gives great hugs. He was always easy to catch up with, even after not seeing him for a few years at a time.

Chris really loves his family. He will be missed. God bless your family.

Oh Chris! You were a constant in my life since we moved in across the street when I was 8 years old! You had the best laugh!

Chris was always such a thoughtful person. If we ever had something going on where work needed to be done, Chris was right there. I've never seen forearms like the ones Chris had. Whenever we moved bales I was amazed that he could grab 2 or 3 bales in each hand and toss them up onto the trailer like NOTHING!

Chris was such a thoughtful person who found ways to serve others, make people laugh, or show he was thinking of you.

My daughter was quite shy of him when she was around 2 or 3 years old, but he finally won her over in his gentle way and she still cherishes her big fluffy white teddy bear from Chris.

He gave my oldest son some of his first "jobs" like walking the dogs, and feeding the cats while he was away. And my youngest son was ecstatic when Chris brought him over to see the BIG tractor in action (because he knew he had a tractor obsession).

I miss hearing Chris honk whenever he drove past, or seeing the quad parked in front of my parents house when he would drop by for his regular chats and visits.

We will miss Chris's continued presence in our lives.

Brother. You goof! I know you are finally rid of those terrible “demons” that plagued you so much. But I’m gonna miss you! It was always a good thing to see you or to text each other. And dang it - you were gonna teach me to weld and make my truck bumper! ;)

You were always a good friend and you will always be my brother. I’m sure it was a joyful reunion with your parents. And don’t worry - I’ll check in on your sister. Haha.

I envied your ability to succeed at doing things - seems like anything you tried you did well at. It didn’t always come easy and sometimes you couldn’t do it, but you always kept at it until you perfected it. I guess if I could use one word to describe you - consistent. You were consistent in showing love to others, doing the hard things, and trying again after not doing things you felt weren’t up to your ridiculous standard!

I will miss your quirks the most! Drinking pickle juice, always having a “plumbers butt” no matter how many times you pulled up your pants, or your infectious laugh.

I love you “cupcake” and our friendship will never end. Take care and enjoy discovering who you really are - an amazing guy with a huge heart. See ya brother.

My uncle Chris was a good man. I frequently went down to the farm growing up as a kid to see my uncle and grandparents. Chris was always the fun uncle that I got to shoot the 22 behind the shop when my mom wasn’t there. Or race around on my dirt bike and the quad, with him waiting for me to come in and tell him I popped a tire. Or that I wanted to build an igloo during winter with the bobcat, to pack the snow down and burrow a cave. He sometimes would take me in the 18 wheeler and do grain runs so I could experience a semi, which was an experience I cherish with him, looking back. I took my girlfriend and best friend down many times to camp and perform permitted controlled forest burns with Chris and as city slickers was a sight to see for sure. Thank you Chris, I’m glad I had you as an influence in my life. Rest easy.

Chris was like family to me. We went shooting, fishing, swimming, tubing, and reluctantly skydiving. Chris knew I did not like heights, but promised me with skydiving "you'll get over it". Although I did enjoy the end result of the skydiving, it terrified me to be up in that plane looking down to where I was headed. I told him it wasn't so bad, obviously that was a mistake. A few later, Chris and and I went on a road trip to get airplane parts from an estate sale in Maine. On the way back, Chris saw a 6 flags in and convinced me that I "needed to get over my fear of heights". Again, I went reluctantly. We spent the entire day there. He took me to only the tallest, fastest, craziest rides there. The one I remember most, is the giant swing. They hooked me up to a rope, via a "harness", but to me it looked like a tarp and ratchet straps. Then, linking arms with Chris, they hauled us up into the sky. We finally stopped, and I said "thank God", to which Chris looked at me with a crooked smile and did his evil laugh. "We're only halfway". I closed my eyes for the remaining half of being yanked up to oblivion. When we finally stopped, Chris had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to pull the release cord. My response was simple "damn you Chris!". His reaction was swift ,as he pulled the cord I had a less than manly moment, and we fell a long way down. I still hate heights, but I'll always miss his laughs. Farewell brother.

Chris and I worked ambulance service for a few years in Cardston. We also had many conversations about life and food.

The last time I saw Chris was August 29 when we hiked to Crandell Lake in Waterton.

My heartfelt condolences go out to Shannon and her family.