Richard Torst
Tuesday
21
March

Service

11:00 am - 12:00 pm
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Church of Latter-Day Saints Erringer
1276 Erringer Road
Simi Valley, California, United States
Tuesday
21
March

Graveside

12:30 pm - 1:00 pm
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Simi Valley Public Cemetery
1461 Thompson Lane
Simi Valley, California, United States
805-526-8245

Obituary of Richard Kenneth Torst

Richard (Dick) Kenneth Torst, 90, of Simi Valley, CA, passed away on March 4, 2023, at his home  in Simi Valley. 

Funeral service will be held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints on March 21,  2023, at 1276 Erringer Road at 11am. Burial will follow at Simi Pioneer Cemetery located at  1461 Thompson Lane. 

Richard was born in Huntington Park, CA, to Kenneth and Irene Torst on March 1, 1933. After  graduating from Venice High School, he enlisted in the U.S. Army where he became an Expert  Marksman. While stationed at Okinawa, Japan, he discovered The Church of Jesus Christ of  Latter-Day Saints and was baptized in the surf of the Pacific Ocean. Richard never wavered in  his love of the Savior Jesus Christ and expressed great faith in His Gospel. When he left the  Army, he used the GI Bill to go to school at Brigham Young University, where he met and fell in  love with Arlene. They married in 1957. 

He loved the outdoors, spending countless days camping, hunting, and fishing whenever he  could. For a time, he toured and recorded with his friends in The Shenandoah Trio, recording  two albums and making several television appearances. He worked as a graphic artist at Hughes  Aircraft Company in Canoga Park, CA, which provided him with the ability to support his  growing family. Vacations were often spent in Kings Canyon National Park, where he perfected  the art of trout fishing. He taught his children to have a deep love of nature, who then taught  their own children to love the outdoors. When he retired from Hughes, he indulged his love of  fishing by chartering weekly boats to the Channel Islands to fish for calico bass. During one  vacation in Kings Canyon, he found a piece of wood naturally shaped like a fishing lure. Inspired,  he began carving his own fishing lures to use in the kelp beds of the Channel Islands. The calicos  never stood a chance when he was throwing his hand-made creations. 

Richard was a man of many gifts - artist, songwriter, guitarist, athlete, fisherman, hunter,  storyteller – but his greatest gift was his family whom he loved dearly. Arlene was the love of  his life. He was devoted to her and no other, and she loved him. They raised seven children,  sometimes under trying circumstances, but they were always unified together in the effort. He  passed on his gifts and talents to his children and grandchildren. We are a family of artists,  musicians, athletes, fishermen, and we all love the outdoors. In the outdoors we will find him  and feel his love. 

Richard is preceded in death by his beloved wife, Arlene, his oldest son, Robert, and his  beautiful daughter, Mary. He is survived by Debra (Moore), Elizabeth (Jones), Matthew (Torst),  Jennifer (Herr), and Susan (Bautista), as well as twenty-six grandchildren and fifteen great grandchildren.

I Know a Land 

I know a land where the milk and honey flow

Over the mountains where the summer goes

Where the sun is always shining and winter’s on the shelf

But if you go there, better go there by yourself

From where I stand, my life looks like a waste

All that I’ve gained are lines upon my face 

And a wrinkled brow from a worried mind 

Gal, if you ain’t leaving, I’m leaving you behind

Don’t look at me with teardrops in your eyes

Don’t kiss my face when I say goodbye 

Let go my hand, oh, let my dream alone 

If you’re not going, I’m going on my own 

‘Cause I know a land where the milk and honey flow

Over the mountain where the summer goes 

Where the sun is always shining and winter’s on the shelf

But if you go there, better go there by yourself

Somehow, I waited just a child too long 

I couldn’t go until he’d grown and gone 

By then my dream had ended right where it began

And so, I sit here, my hat still in my hand 

But I know a land where the milk and honey flow

Over the mountain where the summer goes 

Where the sun is always shining and winter’s on the shelf

But if you go there, better go there by yourself

                                                 - Richard Torst

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