Yesterday... I start this post with a Beatles song as is appropriate. I lost my BFF (Beatles Forever Friend) as we would call ourselves, yesterday . And while I realize that many people were closer to him (family) than I was he will always be one of my very best friends.We grew up together in RP our families intertwined. So many summers of carefree fun : meeting at the pool, riding in my blue VW, letting you “drive my car” clutch popping the entire time. Whiplash lol... Concerts : Eagles Jimmy Buffett Dan Fogelberg and more. He was my first love but not my last . We both married our high school sweethearts, (Lori and Gregg) and went on to make many wonderful memories at camp outs and ultimately becoming parents at the same time . He was my boyfriend... a friend who was a”boy” He “got me” ya know ? We loved to try to “out-pun” each other his wit was very quick . When life got complicated and our children grown we still could reach out to each other and find laughter was the best medicine to whatever was ailing us at the time . I will miss cracking you up and of course vise versa. Thank you for the good times Kenners I will hold you close to my heart forever, ByNancy Parsley

Kenny was always Kenner’s to us in New Jersey.This is how he was addressed by his parents , George and Anita and his sibs. We were neighbors, his sister Eileen my very first best friend in 1968. We saw each other periodically throughout the years until April 2018. Eileen had come down to Galveston to stay with me   She needed to check on her baby brother , clear out her storage. This is when Kenny was reintroduced into my life. Kenny would come down and stay, help Eileen as she helped him settle into his “new life”.  He was happy , but frail. I couldn’t help but to marvel at how close these two sibs were, helping each other with each other’s needs. We knew he wasn’t well , but how could we ever know just how unwell he was. His smile was ever present, even when he had to sleep with my boxer puppy, Sailor who would waken him every morning with a giant leap onto his air mattress. I had to leave that week, go out of town. Never in my mind would I have thought it would be the last time I got to see that smile. His smile. I’m sorry Kenny I wasn’t there to say good bye. I am forever thankful that I got to spend your last three months sporadically with you. Had I known, I wouldn’t have left. I will see you again someday in heaven. Peace out Kenner’s   Love, Leslie

Written by Kenny's college friend, Robbie Bell and recited by Linda and Lori @ the church Memorial.

Seems like 3 things bring Family together, marriage, divorce, and passing of loved ones. We offer our support to one or all . Since i grew up with the family, this is where i offer My support.... 

By Michael Gilbert (aka) Gilbo

Kenny had several favorite songs, there was one in particular that he asked to be played at his Memorial service. With much hesitation, the Chaplan read the song and finally decided that it could be played. The Chaplin said this will be the first time that Kidd Rock will be heard traveling through the walls of the church, these lyrics have so much meaning for Ken and how he lived his life! So, KIDD ROCK _BORN FREE” was a first to ever be played in thie Robb chapel United Methodist church Our rebel brother Kenny, lived his life pretty much by this powerful song! Please go to the gallery tab and click on the video to listen to Kenny’s Kidd Rock song Born Free!

When I think of my friendship with Kenny, I remember him welcoming me into the home of his wonderful amazing family for some of the best times of my young life. 

The Nemetz parties were legendary and an invitation was highly coveted, especially during the holidays. I remember dancing with Nemetz aunts and uncles to Beatles songs for hours until midnight on New Year’s Eve, and chowing down on green eggs and ham at the after prom parties. I remember drunkenly bumming smokes off of Anita in the backyard and shamelessly flirting with Big George so he’d slip me a drink from behind that cool little bar in the family room. I am forever indebted to Duffy, the beloved yet stinky, family dog who indulged me in many a good drunken teen angst cries, usually at the top of the stairs. That dog saved me a fortune in therapy bills. 

I remember helping Ken lug a heavy beer cooler across the back nine of the Pedernales Country Club in 105 degree heat, (along with about 8 other people) to get to Willie Nelson’s 4th of July picnic. I remember him being so happy when we found the perfect spot to set up our party. 

Kenny (and Lori) drove me from DC up the Jersey Turnpike to my first trip to NYC. He insisted we go when he found out I’d never been before. I loved that cool apt. Cheryl and Anj lived in with the cool clocks and the Playbill collage on the wall. 

Another NYC memory was years later when I had a really sweet dance with him at Eileen’s incredible wedding. We talked about Big George’s passing and how it sucked that he wasn’t there to party with us. Kenners always called me Marsh or Marsha T. I liked that. 

Like everyone else, I’ve had a tough time since hearing the news of Ken’s death. Been crying on and off for about a week now. He was taken from his family and all of us,way too soon. My deepest sympathy and love to the Nemetz family.