Curtis G Benningfield

Curtis G. Benningfield was born August 07, 1953, and passed away July 26, 2026. He was 72 years old. At the time of his death he resided in Scurry, TX. He is preceded in death by both his father William G. Benningfield, and his mother Dorothy Snow Benningfield. He leaves behind a Daughter Laura Sue Gisi, son-in-law Timothy Gisi, their two children Tommy and Kenneth Gisi, as well as a son, Michael Benningfield, his wife Rocio Benningfield, and their three children, Alexis Benningfield, Hailey and Lauren Rodrgiuez. He also leaves behind an older brother, Larry Benningfield, and his wife Sharon Benningfield.

Born and raised in Pleasant Grove, Dallas, TX - he was a graduate of W.W. Samuell High School. A tinkerer, he loved to make things with his hands and enjoyed a great practical joke.

A snappy old fart - Curtis would come across as grumpier than Scrooge but had a heart of gold if you knew him. He loved his friends, his family, and his animals. Any time you spoke to him on the telephone it was likely to end with a "Well, I need to get off this phone. I have to go feed the cats - Link won't shut up..." followed by "SHUT UP LINK!" or a "Willie is waiting on me next door and needs to go outside." He loved the animals, and he loved growing plants. His apartment was an impromptu botany lab with the innards of a Sanford & Son Junkyard. You never knew what you were going to find when you showed up to see him, but one thing was certain: that television was either on a low budget "B-Rated" horror movie [Tucker and Dale VS Evil - was a favorite of his], M*A*S*H, Andy Griffith, Matlock, The A-Team, Munsters, or some classic 3 Stooges with anything Mel Brooks related thrown in just for good measure. During baseball season he'd tell you everything wrong with the Rangers while watching them religiously, and during football season he'd tell you he didn't watch football anymore but would then post about how the Cowboys managed to blow a lead and lose a game.

Most importantly, however, as he grew older, he pulled out his old Bible and began reading it. He made it all the way through at least 3 times and was in the process of making it to the end on the next go-round when he was called back home. He was a character with quick wit, a sharp tongue, and no fear whatsoever to say exactly what he thought. He is sorely missed and his family aren't sure how they are going to keep moving forward, but they will, because that's what he'd have wanted, and because we know he's in a better place and no longer hurting. It may not be the best place to say it - but if he could give one last opinion on something other than his family, I think he'd say exactly what his shirt said: F*ck Cancer.