Scott Richins Obituary

I grew up with Scott in little Rocklin, California. During elementary school we were close buddies along with Charlie Carr and we all spent many weekends hiking, camping, swimming and just generally playing in the hills behind Rocklin. Also, many nights we spent in sleeping bags in the Richins' back yard, listening to the pop songs on the radio, and occasionally sneaking out to roam the town. I also remember Scott plinking out tunes on their piano - all by ear. Great memories.

The last time I saw Scott was years ago when my wife and I visited him at his auto body shop in Roseville. For a break we took Scott and two of his sons to a local restaurant for lunch and discussions of old times, which fascinated his sons.

God bless.

When I met Scott Richins, he was a full ten years younger than I am now. His late son Noah was my best friend: a stalwart there for me through my teens and my 20s; the kind of guy that you could always reach out to no matter how much time had passed. His other sons were - and are - like my brothers, some 40 years later. I never had the opportunity to know him as an adult, but I have been blessed to call his sons my friends.

I mention Mr. Richins' sons because I cannot think of a better measure of a man's life than the children that he's raised. He raised good men.

I remember him as warm, exceedingly kind, eccentric, generous, and funny. I also remember him as a gifted airbrush artist: for my 10th birthday, he gave me a painting of exotic fish that he had done with the equipment that I remember seeing him working with in his yard/garage. I was touched: it was the only present I received from anyone outside my family that year. I wish I had told him that.

My thoughts and love are with his loved ones and survivors as they grieve and I hope they find comfort in knowing that he loved them and that his love will surely survive his all-too-brief stay on Earth.

A varied, fruitful, and industrious life! Well done sir!